On this rainy Thursday afternoon in Jerusalem, I found a snug, dry spot in the Western Wall for the prayers and intercessions of the Episcopal Diocese of Los Angeles, as posted on Facebook during our Lenten pilgrimage, which ends tomorrow. They were also drenched with oil from the anointing stone in the Church of the Holy Sepulcher and with pilgrim prayer in the nearby chapel of Joseph of Arimathea, after we’d walked the stations of the Cross. Joined with the mind of our God in Christ the instant you thought of them, your prayers will be part of this sacred landscape forever. A few times a month, the rabbis gather them up and bury them on the Mount of Olives.
