Already when we walked around, I told myself: this is going to be fantastic to blog about. Every time I sit down to write a new blog, I am thinking: Lalibela. But then my mind goes blank. No, that´s not correct. My mind doesn´t go blank at all, it goes rainbow!
Lalibela was so impressing. So different from everything I have seen elsewhere.
I had read a lot about the eleven churches of Lalibela before I came. I had seen pictures. Still I was completely unprepared. And walked around asking myself - is this real?
After my visit I have read Philip Marsden´s book The Chains of Heaven, and as I lack words myself to describe this place, I borrow some from Marsden:
Lalibela is a town to die in. The tunnels that once linked the complex of churches are clogged with centuries of corpses. To make a pilgrimage to Lalibela eases your later passage to heaven - but to die here is much better. The soil itself is sacred, and those who take the journey are buried in shallow graves.
......It is not known precisely when the churches were carved, whether they were started during the thirteenth-century reign og King Lalibela or much earlier. Nor is it known where all the excavated rock was deposited, nor if any outside expertise was responsible.
I have read somewhere that it must have been 40.000 men working on the churches. Or rather, they must have been built by angels. The legend tells that king Lalibela fell into a trance and was transported up to the heavens, and there he saw the eleven churches he was to build.
Philip Marsden again: So Lalibela became a Biblical Land in miniature. Here is Golgatha, Cana and Nazareth. Beneath Calvary is the Tomb of Adam. I had skirted the slopes of Mount Tabor. Mount Sinai, crossed the River Jordan and climbed the Moint of Olives. In the compound of Beta Maryam, I had bent to smell the single rosebush from the Garden of Eden. Beside the church of Beta Giorgis is a slope f un-dug rock which is Mount Ararat.
Often I say to myself: the world is filled with so many thing, places, people you have absolutely no idea about, how will I ever know it all, how will I ever experience it all, how will I ever learn it all.......
But then I know - it is not up to me to know it all, to experience it all, to learn it all. What is up to me is to know, to experience, to learn...... to LIVE!
Thank for walking the way of LIFE with me.