Sacred mysteries: An ancient African monastery is perched above the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem.
I went to see the Ethiopians on the roof of the church of
the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem this week.
The way up is not easy for a stranger to find. Stone steps
double back from the Souk Khan el-Zeit in the Old City, where the jumble of
goods for sale, hanging from the low canopies – scarves, shoulder-bags,
T-shirts, full-length Muslim women’s dresses, camel-tack, racks of postcards –
obscures the street plan.
From the steps, those who know where to look may see
remnants of the first church of the Holy Sepulchre, built by Constantine in the
330s. At the top is a flat roof looking towards the great domes of the church.
Some green wooden doors in adjoining walls stand open, up rickety wooden steps.
At one side, a bulgy rectangular hut apparently made of whitewashed adobe, is
fitted with eaves of corrugated iron above the tiny windows.
Monks in black habits come and go, and keep an eye open for
interlopers, for even this Ethiopian church territory on the marginal exterior
of the church is subject to rival claims from Copts.
The stone surface of the roof slopes gently in this dry
climate. In the middle is a dome with windows fortified with ancient iron bars.
This dome (once the confusing maze of the interior of the church has been
mastered) turns out to be the roof the chapel of the Holy Cross discovered by
St Helena, Constantine’s mother. The Ethiopians kept its feast devoutly in
September (pictured).
One of the doors on the roof leads to the Ethiopian monks’
chapel. This is separated from a passageway by a green-painted railing, leaving
just room for four pairs of benches on each side of a Persian carpet-runner
before a simple screen of dark, silver-painted wood. In the centre, a
horseshoe-arch opens to the high altar, hung with white silk, beneath an icon
of the Virgin and Child.
Ethiopians speak the ancient Semitic language of Amharic.
They worship in the even more ancient dead language of Ge’ez. Their liturgy if
full of surprises. As well as Sunday, Saturday is a holy day, and in each
church the Ark of the Covenant is revered. Indeed Axum cathedral is said to
house the Ark once kept in the Holy of Holies of the Jewish Temple.
Evelyn Waugh tells of sitting next to an eminent professor
at Haile Selassie’s coronation in 1930, who kept up a commentary on the
ceremony: “They are beginning the Mass now.” “That was the offertory.” “No, I
was wrong; it was the consecration.” “No, I was wrong; I think it is the secret
Gospel.” “How very curious; I don’t believe it was the Mass at all.”
No liturgy was in progress on the morning I visited, since
the 4am worship had long finished. At the back of the chapel, in front of a
sort of shed, on top of which lay a ladder and a green plastic bath, sat a monk
in an old armchair draped with a multi-coloured blanket. On an old brass dish
he had arranged two dollar bills crosswise, scattered artistically with some
coins. This was by way of ground bait, so that pilgrims passing through would
know where to bestow alms, which a little flock of Americans did. Their few
dollars were soon tidied away ready for the next group.
The Ethiopians are not well off. Once, they had a chapel
inside the church of the Holy Sepulchre. They lost that centuries ago during
the long Ottoman rule of Jerusalem, when political influence and payment of
taxes counted for much. It seems odd that the Copts later wrangled with them
for their space, for the Church in Ethiopia always took its chief bishop from
Alexandria, the Coptic see.
The Ethiopians hung on. In 1923 there were only 100 in
Jerusalem, all told. They are stronger today, although the Christians are far
outnumbered by the 30,000 Ethiopian Jews flown in from peril in the 1990s. But
that is another story.
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