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Via Dolorosa In the gigantic church, we queued to enter the tomb of Jesus. It was a huge, dark, forbidding and alien structure, rather repulsive for a shrine built over the tomb of a god. Up at the Golgotha was a hole in the floor that marked the spot on which the crucifix was planted. I went on my knees to touch it. It was a stony experience. The shrine was bright and tacky in design. I made a prayer as I had in the Church of Nativity. I asked, typically, for a sign, but even there at the fulcrum of Christianity, the holiest place the the world, the lines were dead quiet. |