I went for a walk in the Old City of Jerusalem yesterday and landed up in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre and fell into the line to enter where Jesus’ tomb lies. Coming out from the tomb I noticed a huge painting which I studied in confusion. A Russian orthodox who works there came up to me so that I could ask him –
‘Whose the lady sitting on the throne?’
‘And whose the man sitting on her left?’
‘But he has a head on his lap!’
‘That’s John the Baptists’
‘And whose the baby on Mary’s lap?’
‘And what’s the crown floating above Mary’s head?’
‘That’s Mary’s because she’s the highest of all’
What the flip.
He took me on a personal tour and showed me a door that led underground to one of the first churches. I found that the most interesting and asked if we could go down. He said he doesn’t hold the key and only prominent church leaders are allowed. I asked what they do down there but he wasn’t sure.
Last night Yeshua gave me a song to sing in Swahili or a mixture of African words. I don’t know Swahili but I pray and sing tongues in Swahili. I write as I pronounce but not sure if I spell correctly.
Omundungole tulenununga kombanako
Lenda gunumo humbaga kumba
Suna nunga lelula
Humbadushe nduva kovuna
Kumbokuledela sole fa