Homework for the Holy Land: Day 8: And I am Officially a Pilgrim

You know that feeling you have on the last day of any event you have found wonderful and marvelous and stupendous and...and...and... That feeling tagged along today. We began the day at the Garden of Gethsemane and the adjoining Church of All Nations/Basilica of the Agony. The Garden of Gethsemane is where, according to Christian tradition, Jesus experienced the agony of anticipating what lie ahead for him: betrayal; crucifxion; death. And, according to tradition, the disciples slept while all this was going on. Now, perhaps this was Jesus's comfort level. He didn't want his disciples to see him experiencing an agony that was so severe, he sweated blood. I get that. Sometimes my preference is to hole up somewhere by myself and let it all out rather than doing that in the presence of those I love and who love me. Or it could be the disciples were exhausted from all the travel they'd been doing. Or maybe they had a little too muc...