About the 1994 life in Israel as a Volunteer.
This week's photo album highlights my 1994 trip to Israel to volunteer at a Christian Conference Centre, Stella Carmel, on the summit of Mount Carmel Ridge, which rises above Haifa in northern Israel. I was in the Holy Land for an unbroken 13-week stay, the longest abroad on record.
It began a year earlier in 1993, while I was attending Christchurch Anglican, just within Jaffa Gate of the Old City and opposite the Citadel. After the service, I found myself chatting with a young man surnamed Jackson. He introduced the idea of volunteering here in Israel at one of the three Christian Centres run by the Israel Trust of Anglican Churches. One was here in Jerusalem and connected with Christchurch. Another was at Tel Aviv, and the third was Stella Carmel, in the provincial town of Isfya, sitting on Mt Carmel. By the Spring of 1994, I was accepted and offered a place at Stella Carmel.
After arrival, I settled into my role as a volunteer (we were known as vollys). Tasks were divided into two categories: House and Maintenance. In theory, House or domestic work were meant to be for the women, whilst the heavier outdoor maintenance work, including shifting heavy boulders, was for the men. However, around 1994, the Centre fostered a culture where "Women's Rights" was forced upon the community by the female vollys, and advocated the rise of the New Man, stripped of his masculine traits and carrying out domestic duties whilst the women did the heavier jobs, including the shifting of heavy boulders.
On one occasion, I objected to this culture and suggested that we fulfil our proper gender roles, and the management agreed with me. Immediately, I became a pariah, mainly of the female side of the community, and cutting a long story short, I was eventually told to leave. But I wasn't sent straight to the airport, the standard procedure for an offender. Instead, I was escorted to the Haifa Bus Station and "dumped" there to care for myself and fly back home when convenient.
I then spent the next four weeks living in the New Swedish Hostel in Jerusalem's Old City, the same venue I had stayed at a year earlier in 1993. In the true sense, I was living in Jerusalem rather than making a brief visit as a tourist. Rather than see all the same venues as I did in 1993, I concentrated on attractions that were not featured in the album covering the 1993 trip.
Such places unknown to the average tourist include a visit to the Ganei Hugga Park, a lido and picnic area where the Nahal Hamadiya, a stream flowing to join the Jordan River, was widened and modified to form an outdoor pool suitable for bathing. Its location is at the foot of Mt Gilboa, where King Saul and his son Jonathan lost their lives in the battle against the Philistines around 1,000 BC or earlier.
Ganei Hugga Park. |
However, I didn't visit Ganei Hugga alone, but with the whole volunteer community, led by Peter Acton, the Centre's Director. After some time at the resort, we were taken to a spot near En Gev, on the east side of the Sea of Galilee. Here, only two people ventured into the lake's choppy waters and swam out - Peter Acton and myself. Then the day ended at a restaurant in Tiberias. Such was the life at the Christian Centre community. From time to time, the volunteers were relieved of their duties and taken for a day out to a popular venue at ITAC's expense. Since I was there for a short time, nine weeks in all, I only enjoyed one of those days.
Except for a walk in the Forest of Carmel with the other vollys, all other venues visited were on my own. This included a 40-mile, or 64 km, cycle ride encircling the Sea of Galilee, starting and finishing at Tiberias. In that coastal town, I hired a bicycle at a hotel and, on it, managed to stop at Capernaum and visit its ruins. One outstanding change was at St Peter's House. During my first visit in 1976, the site was how it was excavated, a ruin facing the sky. By 1994, a church was built over it and literally held above the ruin on pillars. This allowed the visitor to look through the glass floor at the masonry below.
The next stop was at En Gev itself. It's a kibbutz on the east side of the lake but also a stopping point for tourists. The third stop was a short distance south of the lake, on the Jordan River, the Yardenit, a site where candidates are baptised in the Jordan River. The final stretch was along the southwest of the lake until I arrived safely in Tiberias before boarding the Egged bus to Haifa and then the sherut back to Stella Carmel.
In Jerusalem, I visited the recently excavated wall of the City of David. This included a peek into the shaft first dug by the Jebusites and then used by David's army to enter the city and take it over, as recorded in 2 Samuel 5:8 of the Holy Bible. Although it connects with the Gihon Spring, this 13-metre deep vertical shaft predates Hezekiah's Tunnel by as much as a thousand years, that is, the Middle Bronze Age. It's also known as Warren's Shaft, after its discovery by archaeologist Charles Warren in 1867. As I stood alone over its triangular entrance, the waters rushing out of the Gihon Spring and flowing through the Tunnel of Siloam could be heard, the pleasant sound echoing through the shaft.
Also of Jerusalem, I have included a couple of pics of the Dome of the Rock, restored to its former glory after its renovation a year earlier. It was only the second time I photographed the finished Dome since 1976. Once again, I had the privilege to step inside, and I wondered whether any of the other volunteers made the effort. I also visited the Garden Tomb, the supposed site of the burial and Resurrection of Jesus Christ, but its authenticity couldn't be verified by Archeology.
The Shrine of the Book, close to the Knesset (the Parliament of Israel), contains the 2,000-year-old manuscript of the prophet Isaiah, found at the Qumran Cave near the Dead Sea shortly after the end of World War II. If the Qumran Hebrew was translated into English, the result would be identical to any Bible in existence today.
Just to note that 1994 was the year when Yasser Arafat, the leader of the Palestinian Liberation Organisation, attempted to make East Jerusalem the Palestinian capital against the wishes of all the Jews in Israel. I caught on camera the massive Jewish call to prayer at the Western Wall.
This photo album highlights the contrast between northern and southern Israel. In the north, vegetation thrives, and crop farming flourishes. Eden-like parks such as Ganai Hugga Park contrast with the desert environment of the Masada and the Dead Sea, with Ein Gedi providing a refreshing oasis in otherwise a lifeless desert expanse.
Just two days before flying back home to the UK, I stood on the Mount of Olives, looking over Jerusalem. Suddenly, I had a kind of vision. I saw myself visiting the USA and hiking the Grand Canyon. I trembled a bit. This vision was identical to the one I had while I was cleaning windows in October 1992 after a dispute with a friend. Back then, I saw myself standing on the Mount of Olives, facing Jerusalem. Now, here I was, actually standing on the Mount of Olives, seeing myself in America for the first time after 17 years since 1978. Suddenly, I knew my destiny. Exactly a year later to the day, I took off with United Airlines from London Heathrow to New York J.F. Kennedy Airport.
As for Stella Carmel, I have kept the photos as minimal as possible. In my original album, there are close-up photos of the group, including some of me with a couple of other volunteers. These pics are not included in this Biography album. Instead, I concentrated mainly on North Israel and parts of Jerusalem not featured in the album of 1993.
Click here for the full story of my experience at Stella Carmel - Weeks 52-55.
Photos of Stella Carmel and Northern Israel.
Jerusalem and southern Israel.
Even at Masada, my spirit was broken. |
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Next Week, Across the Atlantic for the 3rd time in my life to fulfil the Grand Canyon Dream.
Dear Frank, I imagine that volunteering as you did could be a great way to learn more about a country's people and culture, as well as an economical means of travel. Then again, it could backfire if there are disagreements or even differences of opinion with other workers. Praise God that you were still able to experience, photograph and share the many sights!
ReplyDeleteMay God bless you and Alex,
Laurie