Editor’s note • The Salt Lake Tribune’s senior religion writer, Peggy Fletcher Stack, is on assignment in the Middle East. Besides her deeper reporting, she is sharing shorter daily dispatches. This one is from Masada.
Masada, Israel • Every Israeli child knows the story of the ancient battle between a band of Jewish zealots, the Romans who were determined to eliminate them, and their decision to end their lives rather than give up their freedom.
It is told as a heroic tale, which has inspired generations of Jews throughout the world, and it all happened about an hour southeast of Jerusalem on a rocky plateau in the middle of a desert, and, below it, a storied salty lake.
So, of course, we had to see it.
Driving to Masada, my first thought was how much like southern Utah the landscape looked — or how it would look if the Great Salt Lake were there.
Taking a cable car ride to the top of the fortress (OK, I’m a wimp, but, in 90-degree heat, we opted not to walk up the steep path), I was stunned by the rocky, forbidding, almost impassable setting.
Masada was built by King Herod, who ruled Judea from 37 to 4 B.C., on a rocky, flat hilltop far above the Dead Sea. We sauntered around the ruins of his architectural feat, including a three-tier palace, complete with aqueducts that brought water to be stored in cisterns and storage rooms. It was the king’s winter escape and a “haven from his enemies,” according to history.com.
In A.D. 68, some zealots fled to Masada during the Great Revolt against Rome and built it into a stone fortress. The Romans came after the rebels, the last holdouts in Judea.
With more than 10,000 soldiers and a ramp to breach the city’s walls, it became clear that the Romans were on the verge of taking the city. Believing the cause to be hopeless, Masada’s leader, Elazar ben Yair, persuaded the inhabitants to give up their lives rather than submit to the Romans.
“We were the very first that revolted, and we are the last to fight against them,” ben Yair reportedly said, “and I cannot but esteem it as a favor that God has granted us, that it is still in our power to die bravely, and in a state of freedom.”
To us, the recovered ruins of the buildings — including a synagogue — were impressive windows into their world.
Without evidence of bodies or burials, however, there remain questions about the collective deaths and historian Josephus’ part in promoting the story.
Masada, Israel’s first UNESCO World Heritage Site, “still resonates with diaspora Jews who make the pilgrimage to the top of the mountain,” writes U.S. historian Jodi Magness, “where their guides relate the story of a small band of freedom fighters who made a heroic last stand against Rome.”
After descending from the mountain, we made our way to the Dead Sea, far below sea level, for a little healing in the turquoise water.
Coming from Utah, I had to put my feet in that salty sister to our own lake. It seemed, well, similar.
In the evening, we returned to Jerusalem and took one last stroll around the Old City just as the sun was setting.
Christians were chanting and circling the tomb in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre for Holy Saturday and kissing the “bed” where Christ’s body allegedly was laid before burial.
Jewish men and women, meanwhile, were praying at the Western Wall for their Sabbath observance (and electronic devices were banned until it was over). I was able to enter the women’s section and touch the wall, where so many women were reading scriptures and praying. It felt right and good to share a moment with them.
About the same time, Muslims shopkeepers had closed their stores and were breaking their Ramadan fast together around small tables. Others were praying at the Al Aqsa mosque, while Islamic readings heard over loudspeakers echoed through the empty hallways.
It seemed like there were holy whispers everywhere.
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