In a city where diverse religious currents intersect with archaeological inquiry, and intense media attention, I’m confronted with some surprising new ideas.
Can you imagine the bones of Jesus?
Try, just for a moment, to picture them. Do you suppose they lie in some hidden burial chamber on the outskirts of Jerusalem, just waiting to be excavated? It may not fit your worldview, but to some people it’s the most natural thought in the world. Human beings are born; human beings die, and if you’re a human being in first century Jerusalem, your bones end up in an ossuary hidden in a burial chamber on the outskirts of the city.
Fortunately, my faith stands up to historical and archaeological scrutiny, and I’m free to turn pilgrim once again.
I love the fact that Church of the Holy Sepulcher was once named Anastasis — Resurrection.
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Elisabeth Adams 