I’m sitting on the hotel step with today’s Scripture readings in front of me when Salah, the Bedouin guide, arrives. It’s Sunday, and there are no churches in the town of Wadi Mousa, in southern Jordan. These readings are the nearest I’ll get to Mass today. Salah is taking me on a day’s tour of the Wadi Rum, the vast area of mountains and sand that runs between Aqaba and the ancient city of Petra. He wears traditional Bedouin garb: red and white keffiyeh wound around the crown of...
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