{"id":21864,"date":"2012-04-03T05:57:31","date_gmt":"2012-04-03T09:57:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.janicefergusonsews.com\/blog\/?p=21864"},"modified":"2015-01-03T01:33:09","modified_gmt":"2015-01-03T06:33:09","slug":"jerusalems-marketplace","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.janicefergusonsews.com\/blog\/2012\/04\/03\/jerusalems-marketplace\/","title":{"rendered":"The Marketplace"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Our church’s annual Palm Sunday re-enactment of the Triumphal Entry of Jesus into the marketplace of Jerusalem seemed reason enough, I thought, for my grandchildren to be especially well dressed.<\/p>\n

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The lame boy at the entry begged “Alms for the poor!” Since the food was provided free of charge, his free will collection helped defray some of the expense.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Laurel was to wear an heirloom dress, last year’s Easter frock<\/a>.\u00c2\u00a0 Robert would be decked out in dress pants, a matching vest and his signature church accessory, a tie.\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Quite the young clothes horse, he even insists on wearing one to the monthly pizza night.\u00c2\u00a0 Laurel carried her doll Kit and a handkerchief purse<\/a> (scroll down the post) to carry her shekels.<\/p>\n

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One year ago, when the dress was finished, it turned out to be too short for the 6 year old.\u00c2\u00a0 So a lace flounce was added to the slip<\/a> for more length.<\/p>\n

It was no surprise that now, a year later, the dress was once again too short.\u00c2\u00a0 So Saturday night, after a busy day, when the grandchildren were finally bedded down, I dug out the two cards of lace edging and insertion.\u00c2\u00a0 Two more rows of lace were added to the slip.<\/p>\n

Then, 20 minutes were spent ironing the Swiss batiste dress and the slip.\u00c2\u00a0 With all the lace edging and shaped insertion, this is a major operation.\u00c2\u00a0 Six year old Robert’s shirt, pants and vest were pressed and hung, ready to slip on before the rush to church.\u00c2\u00a0 Even though the proportion of the slip flounce to the dress was unbalanced, I knew Laurel and Robert would look so nice!<\/p>\n

Regularly, they hear my admonition that going to God’s house means you should put some effort into your appearance.\u00c2\u00a0 This lecture is usually delivered early Sunday morning as I slick down Robert’s cowlick. So I was happy to put in the extra time getting their clothes ready.<\/p>\n

As I began to shut down the sewing room, I noticed that the dress did not look as crisp as it should.\u00c2\u00a0 I had not used starch and the batiste really needed it.\u00c2\u00a0 So another 20 minutes was spent starching and then pressing the dress.\u00c2\u00a0 Finally, I was off to bed.<\/p>\n

The children were up bright and early, eager to get to the marketplace and collect their allotment of golden shekels for purchases.\u00c2\u00a0 That allotment consisted of a handful, “But come back for more if you need it.”<\/p>\n

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What an occasion this is!\u00c2\u00a0 An incredible amount of work goes into the event, which really gives each attendant an understanding of the time and place of Jesus’ Triumphal Entry.\u00c2\u00a0 It is held during the Sunday School hour, between worship services.<\/p>\n

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Walls and an archway are built with huge blocks of stained and distressed styrofoam, chinked with Spanish moss.\u00c2\u00a0 The props, foods and layout of the Marketplace made that historical day a personal experience.<\/p>\n

Of course, just inside the arch was the young donkey, just as Jesus said it would be.<\/p>\n

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Notice the sign with its Hebrew lettering. There were so many details like this.<\/p><\/div>\n

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To\u00c2\u00a0 the children’s delight, there was a farmyard, “Noah’s Landing,”\u00c2\u00a0 featuring animals that might have been for sale in such a market place. Goats, sheep, ducks, chickens and rabbits were like magnets drawing the children.<\/p>\n

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Boys wandered among the crowd with baskets of baby bunnies and baby chicks.\u00c2\u00a0 Another boy carried a duck to be petted and admired.<\/p>\n

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A lot of time has been spent sewing costumes to make the event more authentic.\u00c2\u00a0 Many of the men have been growing beards since Ash Wednesday. The entire choir and most of the youth were dressed in period garments and many served as vendors.<\/p>\n

Much\u00c2\u00a0 to my very shameful, selfish dismay, the children’s Sunday School teacher spotted them and asked if they would like to wear a costume!\u00c2\u00a0 Thrilled, they went off to be outfitted.\u00c2\u00a0 Gulp.\u00c2\u00a0 Soon they were back at the Marketplace, petting the donkey in their new Palm Sunday attire.<\/p>\n

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The food was very authentic to the time.<\/p>\n

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For a shekel or a smile, shoppers were treated to delicious, hot grilled lamb.<\/p><\/div>\n

A carpenter had made small wooden crosses for the children, some on a cord to wear as necklaces, others as simple pocket reminders of the meaning of Easter.<\/p>\n

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“The best humus in Jerusalem!” she proudly declares.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Another booth offered crocheted cross bookmarks.\u00c2\u00a0 Robert, a serious reader, snatched up that bargain.<\/p>\n

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Anthony sold fresh strawberries and grapes. Dried apricots and dates were also served.<\/p><\/div>\n

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The basket booth vendor presented friendship bracelets to children.<\/p>\n

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Maria very quickly was sold out 13 dozen of her hot, homemade cinnamon rolls. That earned her 156 plastic golden shekels! Late comers regretted their tardiness.<\/p><\/div>\n

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This iron worker had baskets of crosses made of nails.<\/p>\n

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The swaggering centurions were dressed elegantly, as required by their station.<\/p>\n

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Temple priests and even grumpy Pontius Pilot were richly dressed.\u00c2\u00a0 For the duration of the joyful event, Pilot raged over the news of the coming of a “new king.”<\/p>\n

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But even as he fumed, palms were being purchased to welcome Jesus when he arrived.<\/p>\n

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The procession into Jerusalem’s marketplace was as described in the Bible, with people waving palms and shouting\u00c2\u00a0 “Hosanna! ” and “New king!”<\/p>\n

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Our rather large Jesus walked, rather than rode, with the\u00c2\u00a0 small donkey into the throng of adoring people.<\/p>\n

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Then it was time for the worship service.\u00c2\u00a0 The entire costumed entourage, including Jesus, the donkey, and my grandchildren lined up outside the church in preparation for procession into the sanctuary.<\/p>\n

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No one knew that under their costumes were two very well dressed tykes, tickled pink to be wearing the robes of Jerusalem and waving palms.\u00c2\u00a0 It didn’t matter that Laurel’s elaborate dress was lengthened, starched and ironed crisp or that Robert’s pants and shirt were well pressed.\u00c2\u00a0 What really mattered is that this Bible story rings true to them.\u00c2\u00a0 They were there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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