Of all the places we had seen coming down the Mount, this seemed to me to have the most evidence of authenticity. And it was because of these trees. These olive trees were over 2000 years old and this little grove held several of them. A gardener was inside the low fence, tending the flowers.
The church built there was beautiful. It was silent, a place of prayer. We went inside and sat for a few minutes, telling God the things on our hearts.
This place became a favorite.