Christmas in the ancient churches of Lalibela – Ethiopia

Located in the central Ethiopian Highlands they remain one the least recognized man-made wonders of the world, yet once the Medieval rock-hewn churches of Lalibela were known as “The Jerusalem of Ethiopia.”

Lalibela Saint George Church Ethiopia 1994

Lalibela Saint George Church Ethiopia 1994

From the small town of Weldiya I set out towards ancient Lalibela.

The 145 kilometers took 6 hours, beginning at 5 A.M with a ride in a truck across a darkened landscape until the sun revealed steep rocky slopes patched by stone-and-thatch huts and fields of drying crops.

Up a winding gravel road we slowly snaked to a high pass,where the cold dawn scenery was eclipsed by the sun creeping across the far side; us rattling down the rutted, dirt track, avoiding fallen boulders and stray goats, narrowly missing laden, disobedient donkeys that had to be tapped aside by the farmer’s stick.

Under absolute-blue sky, amid parched ridges and ravines, our lone truck droned across this steep barren silence which had widened into a gaping desert canyon.

An Ethiopian Death Valley.

I got out in an isolated village; the truck I’d ridden with had detoured, and there I waited (for another ride.

But nothing moved beyond mules and tribes people – and even they were few.) Seeing me hanging round, a woman invited me into her earth-plastered-between-the-sticks shack, to drink tea.

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Shepherd and herd on plains below Lalibela

Soon a small crowd gathered, part of which later followed me around the village, visiting the U.N. grain warehouse – a tin-sheet barn – and where I met the proud male guardian of the padlock.

He showed me the key … and at the market, where women shaded beneath branch-and-sacking shelters, you could buy veggies or bundles of living chickens tied at the feet.

The smiley kids who’d followed me around, the kids with fly-infested lips, happily posed for a photo.

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Village on route to Lalibela

I rode the last 45 – dusty – kilometers to Lalibela in an aid truck driven by Mohammad.

It was a lucky lift.

The only other vehicles came from the opposite direction, and they too were aid trucks (Oxfam / Save the Children – British Overseas Development Administration). Mohammad knew both the drivers and we stopped for a brief chat. I thought it ironic, me once being an Oxfam member, that they now helped me.

Perched on a remote mountainside is Lalibela.

The eleven 13th century churches are carved deep and cavernous into the living rock, (some stand monolithic within large complexes chiseled-out from the hillsides).

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Worshippers at Medhane Alem, Lalibela on early Xmas morning

The largest structure at Lalibela is Medhane Alem – the redeemer of the world, which stands 11 meters high and is 23 meters wide by 33 meters long and resembles the Parthenon – but, that it’s hollowed-out from the surrounding red-brown rock. (You look down at the complex; only it’s roof is at ground level.)

All eleven churches at Lalibela are different in design and decoration.

Some are carved with Byzantine-and-Persian-influenced motifs and have arched windows, others have interiors rich with biblical murals.

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Worshippers on the other side of Medhane Alem, Lalibela

Ethiopia has been (orthodox / eastern) Christian since 333 AD, however, they use a different calendar to that in the West – “13 Months of Sunshine” says the tourist posters and subsequently Christmas falls on the 7th January.

And it is then that Lalibela swells with the influx of 20,000-plus pilgrims.

But in Ethiopia on the 25th December, my Christmas, as it chanced, this date fell on a Sunday.

So I’d gotten up early and walked around the village, from one church service to the next until I stopped at Saint George.

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End of Xmas morning ceremony at St. George at Lalibela

Now, near the edge of the deep rock-hewn drop, gathered above the cross-shaped church, villagers in long white shawls listen to a black-robed priest reading passages from the bible.

The priest is shaded by a ceremonial umbrella (of crimson and green paisley panels) held by a boy. For already it is hot, and Ethiopian services extend for hours.

Some of the praying villagers watch me as I watch them; a little way off, I’m seated on the roots of an ancient tree.

Into the distance I gaze at the desert canyons and mountains drawing color from the morning sun.

Suddenly screaming from the bowels of the earth – there’s an exorcism happening in the dark chambers of the church. It lasts 15 minutes: her shrieking is torturous.

Two young children have left the praying mass and joined me.

They ask for money. I nonchalantly say – No, a dozen times. They persist. (Pity, cos I want some peace to reflect on those back home.)

Still they pester me, and so I wander away to smoke a number, then return to my tree. Still the priest reads and all listen in silence.

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St. George after mass … Lalibela

This scene is unchanged by time. The church, the clergy, the clothes of the people.

Sometimes shrouded faces gaze my way.

I smile but don’t want to disturb. But it can’t be helped when these kids – especially the cheeky little girl, keep asking for “Something!” I’m a little weary of their demands. I’ve tried ignoring them, but now decide to play. “Something,” I reply, “okay” – and I hand him a stone and her a twig – “Here’s something.” Their shrieks and laughter tears across the quiet, pious surrounds. Some worshipers smile; others frown.

But in the end it’s me who gets something.

Chunks of brown bread are passed around mass and a lad then walks up to me with the basket extended. I’m part of their Sunday, and they’re part of my Christmas.

The service finishes with blessings – the priest’s wooden cross placed against foreheads, cheeks and then the lips of those that wait.

It takes awhile for mothers and their babies, old ladies and men to get their dose.

And me, I stare at the elaborately-carved living-rock standing symbolic of this world … and I feel I’ve been there, back some centuries … back with the hymns of the soft-spoken priest, away with the crowing of ravens, drifting back in time with the wind amid the murmurings of prayer.

[ Travels in Ethiopia - 1994 | Article 1st published in mass media- 1996 ]

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7 Responses

  1. lenny

    I didn’t know people still wrote like this. You are a regular fuckin James Michner. If you are ever visiting Washington, DC my couch is at your disposal. Love to smoke a dube and hear you rant. Hope you are writing a book. Wish I had the balls to do what you have.

  2. thecandytrail

    Thanks Lenny, I will get over to the States, eventually; presently I’m in Dakar, SENEGAL. Regards – MRP

  3. johnny

    great insight in Lalibela mate, i was there recently too – mesmerizing place. Cracking photos too

    • the candy trail ... | Michael Robert Powell

      Greetings from China … Thanks Johnny. I wonder how much has changed? I am looking forward to a revisit as this experience was back in 1994 ( and this post was originally published in a major newspaper in 1996). For me, Lalibela is amongst the greatest cultural assets on the entire planet …

  4. dawit the ethiopia

    i really proud being Ethiopian … there are a number of places to visit in Ethiopia. so, if you want to appreciate both nature and nature come to Ethiopia