For the flight from Amsterdam to Tel Aviv, I sat next to two women who appeared to be in their late 60s. One was thin and angular; the other was plump and round. Both wore gabardine elastic-waist trousers, pastel-coloured windbreakers and sensible, rubber-soled shoes. Their fluffy white hair was indifferently cut; the skin on their unadorned faces was pale and papery. They wore small gold crosses on delicate neck chains. As soon as I had settled into my window seat, they introduced themselves.
“I am Greta,” said the woman seated in the aisle seat. “And this is Helga.” They shook my hand firmly, gazing at me with pale blue eyes. “We are Swedish.” Helga added, “But we speak Finnish between ourselves.”
They told me they were going on an organized tour of the holy sites with their church group. It was Helga’s fourth trip. “I love Israel! I love it so much!” she said. Greta was visiting for the first time. She turned pink with emotion as she described her excitement. “We are going to the places where Jesus walked,” she said, as she showed me the itinerary.
“You know,” said Greta. “We pray for Israel all the time. When the Swedish newspapers and television report bad things about Israel, it makes us angry! We write them letters and we complain. We know that Israel belongs to the Jews; it says so in the Bible!”
The flight attendant began the pre-takeoff announcements. “She is speaking Hebrew!” Greta said reverently. “No,” I smiled. “That is Dutch.” Greta turned pinker.
In the row in front of us, three Israeli teenage boys with fashionable, spiky haircuts spoke idiomatic Hebrew, filled with Arabic and English slang, as they played with hand-held electronic games.
“Please tell your people,” Greta said, as she looked at me intensely, “That there are people in Europe who love them. We don’t want Israelis to think that those terrible Swedish reporters represent us. They don’t understand anything about God and the Bible. Tell the Israelis that we love them and we pray for them!”
As the airplane lifted off the tarmac, Helga squeezed her eyes shut and raised her open palms off the armrests in an expression of exultation.
Before turning back to an article in the International Herald Tribune about a religious war in the Israeli army, I said to Greta and Helga, “I hope you enjoy yourselves in Israel, and that it meets your expectations.”
“Oh it will!” they chorused. “It is the holy land.”
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[...] Swedish Jesus grannies | Lisa Goldman They told me they were going on an organized tour of the holy sites with their church group. It was Helga’s fourth trip. “I love Israel! I love it so much!” she said. Greta was visiting for the first time. She turned pink with emotion as she described her excitement. “We are going to the places where Jesus walked,” she said, as she showed me the itinerary. [...]