How beautiful to hear a lovely lady playing the violin as we approached the site. The lone instrument's music filled the whole area with an almost hauting melody. We were at the site on the Day of Pentecost, the very day of the coming of the Holy Spirit and the birth of the Church 2000 years ago. The place was full of pilgrims from all over the world and each group was praising God in a different language. One group would barely stop singing when another would take up the praise. The music filled the place. I was touched by the brazen olive tree. Its cut off trunk yielding new branches and shoots coming from the earth around it. What a fitting picture of the Church and its Savior.
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