
Dawn at Bet Giyorgis: When Silence Becomes Sacred
5am. White-robed priests. Ancient stone. Nothing to say.
I had seen photos of Bet Giyorgis. I thought I understood what I was about to see.
There were maybe 30 pilgrims. Not a single tourist. The guide stepped back and left me alone.
I sat at the edge of the rock-cut trench for two hours. My guide waited patiently the whole time.
"The chanting began before the sun rose. By the time light touched the stone, I understood why people travel thousands of..."
Thomas Keller
Germany







