|Written by Sherry|
|Wednesday, 22 July 2009 18:39|
Once upon a time . . .
I was walking (on the Sabbath) around the Sea of Galilee from Tiberius to Capernum. The Galilean mud caked my shoes and I had to repeatedly knock it off. Suddenly all the stories of foot-washing in the Gospels took on a whole new meaning. Galilean crabs apparently have a death wish since I found so many of them inland and was constantly tossing them back in to the sea.
About half way along, in the midst of these amusements, I found myself in the midst of a banana plantation. Suddenly I began to notice that the rocks littering the landscape no longer looked like mere rocks. They looked like ruins. Just as this dawned upon me, I saw a sign in three languages (English, Hebrew, Arabic) that read
"This is the site of Magda, the home of Mary Magdalene."
I stopped short in awe, trying to trace in the heavily farmed area a trace of my heroine's home.
Today is her feast day. She who is titled by the Orthodox "Equal to the Apostles". I have an icon of her bringing the new of Christ's resurrection to the Apostles on the wall above me as I write.
My favorite image of her is Giotto's portrait of her reaching toward Christ after his Resurrection. Noli Me Tangere. Her face is both radiant and utterly intent.