When Jesus saw the crowds, he went up the mountain. ~Matthew 5:1
From the Mount of Beatitudes on the north side of Lake Galilee, a pilgrim can see a long distance. Blooming flowers are in profusion, pink and purple against the green grass. I imagine Jesus saying, “Blessed are the pure in heart” in this place. Our guide, Ghada, sings an ethereal solo in Arabic. I can’t understand a word, but I still understand her meaning. We divide into groups to study the Beatitudes. Meanwhile, some Nigerian pilgrims assemble in choir formation and sing and sway to drum accompaniment. I can’t understand a word they’re singing, but I know what they’re saying.
When was the last time your worship didn’t need language?
Prayer: O Creator, thank you for grace beyond words.