On Simchat Torah (Festival of the Rejoicing of the Law/Last Great Day) I went up to the Temple Mount with my Bible to pray. Although I do not usually wear a kippa (skull cap), I took one with me.

My first challenge was to pass the guards near the Temple Mount entrance; if they saw me with my Bible they would not let me enter. I silently prayed all the way up to the site where God’s Temple stood twice, and will be rebuilt for a third and final time, that I would be able to go in. I got past the guards.

You say Jewish guards prevent Christians and Jews from exercising their religious right to pray on the Temple Mount? That’s right! Only Muslims have unlimited access to Judaism’s most holy site. Only the Koran is permitted within. The Tanach (Jewish Scripture, known to much of the world as the “Old Testament”) and Christian Scriptures (the New Testament) are forbidden. Yet Israel claims to respect the religious rights of all people.

Israel has no law against Christians and Jews praying or reading scriptures on the Temple Mount. However, it does have an unwritten agreement with the Wakf (Muslim religious authorities) prohibiting this. No sign is posted, stating: “Warning! Christian and Jewish prayers are forbidden! Bibles not allowed inside by Muslim religious authorities. Proceed with caution!”

I do not accept that Moslems have the authority to forbid me from reading appropriate Psalms or the New Testament account of Jesus celebrating the Water Libation Ceremony (Psalms 120-134, John 7:37). My question was, where should I read those passages? I ended up between the Dome of the Rock and the Al Aksa mosque, just to the right of the place where Moslems wash their hands and feet. I was on the other side of the raised platform there, if you face the Mosque of Omar.

First, I nervously sat and read. Then I put on my black kippa, stood up and started to read for a few minutes until I became distracted by fears of being attacked by the Moslem guards. I sat down, took off my kippa, and continued to read. Then one of the Wakf guards noticed me and asked what I was reading. I replied, “Yes, it’s my book.” He took it from me and saw that it was a Bible. He demanded to know if I was a Christian or a Jew. When I told him I was a Christian, he asked me why I was wearing a magen David (Star of David).

I did not feel obligated to explain that it was a gift from my mother and youngest sister, and told him, “Give back my Bible.” He ordered, “You have to leave now!” Again I said, “Give back my Bible.” When he refused, I demanded its return more loudly. He raised his fist as if to hit me and warned me not to raise my voice. This attracted the attention of some passing tourists, who gathered around us. I told them, “This thief has stolen my Bible!”

The Wakf guard told me to leave again and threatened to hit me. He said he would give me back my Bible outside. Since there was no reason for him to confiscate it in the first place, I told him to return it to me then and there and I would go. At this point he radioed an Israeli policeman, who came running. The Israeli handcuffed my right hand, which I raised and showed to the assembled tourists, saying, “This is Israeli democracy!” I asked the Israeli repeatedly, “What law have I broken?” knowing that I had not broken any law, yet was being treated like a common criminal.

I am shocked that Jewish police in the Jewish State help maintain Moslem domination of the Temple Mount by suppressing Christian and Jewish religious rights there. Is it the Temple Mount or the Mosque Mount?

An Israeli policeman led me away. I told the bewildered tourists, “This is what happens to a Christian or Jew who wants to read the Bible where the holy Temple stood. This is what happens to Christians and Jews who want to pray where our prophets and patriarchs prayed, and where Jesus and his disciples taught.”

Why the exclusive religious rights for Moslems? And Israel wants to hand over control of Rachel’s Tomb, Bethlehem and Joseph’s Tomb to Moslem religious authorities?! Are they crazy or what?

In the police station at the Western Wall Plaza, the officers wanted to know who else was with me. They were relieved to find that I was alone. (They should have known I was performing a mitzva [religious commandment]). The police said they arrested me for my own protection. I told them they should have arrested the Wakf guard who threatened me! Why not remove, once and for all, the threat of Moslem violence? Why reward Moslem extremists?

The police laughed in disbelief when I told them I am a Christian and that my Bible includes the New Testament, which they returned to me. A Druze officer said, “But you must respect other religions.” He remained silent when I asked, “Where was their respect for mine?” I explained that our Biblical goal is to enable everyone to come and pray on the mountain where God’s Temple stood, and in the Temple when it will be rebuilt. It is prophesied to become a “House of Prayer” for all nations.

The police told me I could return to the Temple Mount as a tourist - without my Bible. I said that I do not want to go up there only as a “tourist;” I want to pray there. When they asked me how many times I had been up there, I said “a thousand.” They wrote that down in their report. They said I could make a short statement for the record. I said something to this effect: “Is it too much to ask during this 3,000th anniversary of King David’s Jerusalem to peacefully read his inspired words on the Temple Mount?”

When I left the police compound, one of the policemen told me I did a good thing. Once outside, I was met by some Jews who saw the incident and congratulated me.

I pray that this unfortunate encounter will raise awareness of Israel’s religious discrimination against Christians and Jews. The situation must change. It will when enough people cry “Basta!” (Italian for “enough!”).

May the day soon come when Christians, Jews and Moslems can say: “My House shall be called a house of prayer for all Peoples.” (Isaiah 56:7). The Bible says

“Moreover, concerning the stranger, who (is) not of Your people Israel, but comes out of a far country for Your Name’s sake. For they shall hear of Your great Name, and of your mighty hand, and of Your outstretched arm, and will come and pray toward this house. Hear you in heaven Your dwelling place, and do according to all that the stranger calls to You for, that all peoples of the earth may know Your Name, to fear you, as (do) Your people Israel, that they may know that Your Name is called upon this house that I have built.” (I Kings 8:41-43)

“And the foreigners who join themselves to the Lord to serve Him and to love the name of the Lord, to be His servants - everyone who observes the Sabbath - I will bring them to My holy mountain, and make them joyful in My house of prayer Their burnt offerings and their sacrifices shall be accepted upon My altar, for My house shall be called a house of prayer for all peoples.” (Isaiah 56:6-7)

“And it shall come to pass at the end of days, that the mountain of the Lord’s house shall be established at the top of the mountains, and shall be exalted above the hills, and peoples shall flow to it. And many nations shall go, and say, ‘Come, let us go up to the mountain of the Lord…and He will teach us of His ways, and we will walk in His paths,’ for out of Zion shall go forth the Torah, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem.” (Micah 4:1-2)

(This article was originally published in the Jerusalem-based, rb.org.il Root and Branch Association newsletter, January 1996.)

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Seventeen strangers, we sat in a circle. Fourteen students and three facilitators, we looked across the circle at each other with interest touched by a measure of wariness. Thanks to an on-going energy crisis, the space, a children’s room in a church, was chilly. We perched on adult sized chairs, but around the edges of the room sat little plastic chairs in primary colors, looking as if they are there waiting for us to retreat back to our pasts at a moment’s notice. This was scary stuff we are about to undertake.

These were the beginning moments of forty hours of training as hospital chaplains, compassionate listeners who were to issue forth into the local hospitals and extended care facilities, providing a quiet ear for people struggling with illness, loneliness and death.

Our first exercise, even before introductions, was to sit in silence for three minutes. It felt like an hour. People sighed, feet shuffled, stomachs grumbled, throats cleared. I found myself wanting to squirm, to sneak peeks at the others. My knee itched. Certainly I was not sitting with an empty mind, which I (wrongfully) assumed was the purpose, although we had not been told so. My mind headed toward the little chairs, a child unable to behave even for a minute. I was sure I was failing the exercise.

In the end I did not fail that exercise, nor any others the training presented. Eventually I assumed my role as a non-denominational lay chaplain in an assisted living facility. During my time as chaplain to the aged and ill my training continued in unexpected ways. When you take the time to listen to those who often do not have the pleasure of just talking, you learn all sorts of things. One dear old lady repeated her story each time I met her, a story that broke my heart every week. Yet she told it with dignity and a certain peaceful acceptance I found hard to fathom. A flirtatious old resident declined surgery to remove a gangrenous toe, choosing instead to meet his maker with all parts still attached. The peace of mind with which he talked about this decision that ultimately hastened his death was inspiring. And until the end he continued to flirt outrageously.

Usually after checking in I would first visit a woman around my age who was dying of bone cancer. She loved to talk of her life prior to her illness. She also had quite a philosophical side and would broach surprisingly thought-provoking questions. During one of my last visits with her she wondered if you stared at a blade of grass long enough whether or not you would see its soul. Not long after that this marvelous woman died, but her question has lingered in my mind, along with the memory of how she seemed to experience such peaceful moments in spite of her deteriorating condition.

The chaplain role was deeply challenging for me and emotionally draining. Eventually I needed to take a sabbatical, a sabbatical that in the end became permanent. The work proved to be too tough for me. But the lives and deaths and lessons of the residents I visited with remain part of my daily life. If I could award each person on my visit list a Nobel Peace Prize I would do it in a heartbeat. Each in their own way taught me something about acceptance and gratitude, and that coming to peace with your life, regardless of the circumstances or when you do it, reaches out and touches others. And when the heart is at peace the world is at peace. One moment at a time, one heart at a time, peace IS possible.

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I know a good Christian lady who cuts hair for a living. That’s her occupation. That’s how she makes a living. She is very good at it. Why is it that when Christians come to her shop they expect a “discount” just because they go to the same Church that she attends? There are some who refer to this practice as a “believer discount”.

Now I am not opposed to finding discounts and deals, but not at someone else’s expense. If someone decides that they want to give me a haircut at no charge, or half price, out of love, then that’s fine. But to just expect that Christian businesses are supposed to give discounts to all the “brothers and sisters” is not love. It’s actually an indication of a poverty mind set. I’ll explain that later.

For me to think that my Christian brothers and sisters are obligated to give me a cheaper price is selfish and it takes money away from them. Suppose you couldn’t find a Christian for the service or product you needed? What would you do? You would end up paying someone the price they charged.

I know some Christians who are very good at doing car repairs and some of them even do it as a business. And hardly a week or two goes by that another Christian asks them for help in fixing their car, expecting to pay little or nothing for services rendered. That is very selfish and, again, an indication of a poverty mentality.

Here’s a startling thought: pay your Christian brother or sister more than they normally charge! Now that’s a concept that has love written all over it. Why would you do that? First of all it is indeed a blessing to have a Christian provide a service or a product. If they operate their business with integrity and love, that love will have an impact on my life. Secondly, by believing God’s promises of abundance you can go over and beyond and give more to the person who is providing you the service or product. That increases their prosperity. But, if you have a poverty mentality, you are always looking for someone to charge you less for everything and expecting any Christian to give you a discount. Why not believe God’s promises of prosperity, receive His abundance, and then share that abundance with others?

Now I would rather pay a Christian for a product or service, but there is another side to this coin. Just because I am a Christian does that mean I have to find another Christian to provide my products and services? Suppose I know a Christian who could get the job done, but not with the quality I require? Am I obligated to hire a Christian anyway and then have inferior work done? Some say that would be the “Christian thing to do.” I say, “No.”

If I hire you to fix my car I am expecting you to know what you are doing and to do it right the first time. If that doesn’t happen then I have wasted the money God gave me to steward, not to mention the time that I have lost. Perhaps the “Christian thing to do” would be to be honest and tell someone that their work is not the quality that it could be. Instead of feeling obligated to hire them, why not give them some money so that they can get the training they need so they can do quality work? Feeling sorry for someone and then having them do a job that they or someone else will need to re-do it is not helping my brother or sister.

As a final thought, why shouldn’t Christian businesses be the best businesses on the face of the earth? That takes a lot more than just having a Christian sounding name. It means quality work. It means integrity and honesty. It means operating biblical principles of giving more value. Having a Christian business reflects back on our Heavenly Father and His Son, Jesus Christ. As a matter of fact, whether we own a business or are simply employed by someone, the “Christian thing to do” is to work heartily, ethically, and honestly with the love of God. Our light should so shine that everybody, Christians and non-Christians alike want our products and services.

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