Saturday, October 22, 2011

Salamtak

http://walkinjerusalem.blogspot.com/
by Fred & Gloria Strickert

Salamtak!

Several weeks ago we were walking down Christian Quarter Road when nearly every greeting to us was simple, straightforward and genuine:
Salamtak!


Christian Quarter Road is one of the main streets in the Old City of Jerusalem, not far from the Lutheran Church of the Redeemer.

The usual welcome along this street is an invitation to come and buy.

Perhaps a nice souvenir.

Or a scarf.

A special price for you, my friend.

But this time it was different.

Salamtak!
This is the common Arabic expression meaning
May you return to health!
May you find wholeness!
May you be at peace!
Salamtak! or
Get well soon!

It was something of a freak accident, more like a clutsy, clumsy fall back toward the end of August--and now Fred's back on the road to recovery-- thanks to greetings & prayers
from Christian Quarter Road friends & many others.
Salamtak!
Okay, the splint does make things look a bit frightful, and yes, there were five broken bones in the hand, a few nights and surgery at Hadassa Hospital, Ein Kerem, but now life is getting back to normal.

Yet what we'll always remember is that greeting the first day back to work while walking along the shops on Christian Quarter Road from friends and strangers alike.
Salamtak!
and from total strangers as well:
May God Bless You!

Arabs are straightfoward with God-talk in conversations.
words like l'hamdilla (praise God) or inshallah (God-willing).
and it comes from Christians and Muslims alike.

And especially for Muslims.  Each morning now Abu Muhammed from our Redeemer staff  greets me with a cup of Arabic coffee in a special display of kindness. "Saada?" He asks "No sugar?" "Yes that's the way I like it."

But it's more than coffee. It's an excuse to check on how I'm doing.

"Your hand? It's okay?" "Yes, it's doing well." I show him just as I did yesterday, and everyday before. "L'hamdilla," he responds. "Praise God!" "And at night, you put olive oil on and rub it?" "Yes, like you showed me." "Then it will be healed again, soon, Inshallah, God willing."
 
On portions of Christian Quarter Road today you can see the large paving stones from the late Roman era--constructed about the time of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre when Christians began flocking to Jerusalem in large numbers in the fourth century.

Today most of the shopkeepers are Muslim
  • like the baker where Gloria buys fresh communion bread each Sunday morning.
  • like Bilal who sewed the cushion covers for our pews--"with special care" he said, worthy for our chapel where we worship sitting down and not kneeling on the floor.
  • like the florist who as a gift brought a bouquet of flowers for the chapel last Easter morning.
  • like Shabaan and his money changing business who takes the loose offering- plate currency from various countries and even personal checks from our visitors, no ID necessary--"You are the church!" he says.
  • like Khader of the clothing store who has greeted us from day one, and also checks my hand as we pass, Yes, the swelling has gone down.  You are massaging it, like I showed you."
Salamtak!


They all join in whenever we pass, and many others whom we barely knew.
Now when we walk down Christian Quarter Road, we need to budget an extra ten minutes, to stop and say thanks and to show the progress.

L'Hamdillah!

We Christians also do a lot of praying

  • intercessions in church
  • our weekly email prayer chain
  • Redeemer Arabic congregation members stopping to say "We're praying for you!"
  • a whispered word from a hospital bed.
And we're thankful to add the prayers of shopkeepers on Christian Quarter Road.
Salamtak!

I'm now doing formal therapy at Hadassa Hospital, Mount Scopus, closer to our home.  With the multiple religious holidays, scheduling such appointments can  sometimes get complicated.  "You know that Yom Kippur is coming up?  Then a week of Succoth?  Then Simchat Torah?"  asked the head of therapy when I phoned for an appointment.
"So I'll have to wait?"
"Well, I'll be taking vacation," she answered reflecting the common practice for Israelis to vacation during these holidays and things just shut down.
"I see." I must have sounded dejected.  "It's just that I was hoping to get started."
She paused.  "I do have an assistant.  She'll be here."  Then she mentioned her name, a common Muslim woman's name."
"Great." I answered.
I sensed a longer than normal pause. "That's okay?"
"Of course, Why not?"

My therapist falls on the more liberal side of the religious spectrum, as I would surmise from our sessions.
She doesn't wear a head scarf like many other Muslim women hospital staff.  All of the hospital notes she writes out in Hebrew script.  I learn from her, while she is massaging my wounded hand, that she is sending her two daughters to a special school where Muslims, Christians, and Jews learn side by side. 
"I want them to learn about Christianity," she says, "and Judaism too.  It's our only hope."

Her conversation helps me not to focus on the pain when she moves my fingers beyond what I have been accustomed.

"You must do these same exercises every day if you want to strengthen your hand," she stressed in her toughest sounding voice.  "It's the only way your hand will heal."  And then she added, "Inshallah.  God willing."

And when she wrote out my next appointment card and handed it to me, there was no typical "Good-bye."  Instead she smiled and said

Salamtak!

A short addendum
Today was our annual congregation olive picking day on the Mount of Olives.
To view our blog from last year's outing click here.

So Fred's left hand was ready for picking olives off a tree.
Really not bad therapy.

But wouldn't you know it?

Congregational member 12-year old Matteus from Sweden showed up with his right hand in a cast--an accident from school just yesterday.

What can we say but
Salamtak!




by Fred &Gloria Strickert
http://walkinjerusalem.blogspot.com/