TRAVEL THERE: HUMBLED BY THEIR HUMILITY
There is a section of Cairo on Mokattum Mountain that is the home of the garbage people. They are outcasts of polite society. It’s enough that they are garbage collectors, but they are also Christians, almost 100% of them, and in a predominately Muslim country, that too is a problem. Yet rarely have I been in a place with as much joy.
Curiosity Got Me There
Sometimes in Egypt it’s hard to discern what is fact and what is just tradition. Take the Pompey Pillar in Alexandria for instance. Everybody knows the pillar has nothing at all to do with Pompey, yet his name continues to cling to it.
Mokottum mountain has a lot of traditions attached to it, not just the story of the Coptic pope with the faith of a mustard seed, who got the mountain to move. The name of the mountain, which means “broken mountain,” is considered proof of …I’m not sure what to call it – event, miracle, legend, tradition. I’ve also heard a story of a Bible being found floating in the Nile opened to a particular verse which led to the location of this church – or another church. The details are fluid. With so much smoke about Mokattum, I wanted to check out the fire.
Mokattum Church
The Zabbalene (garbage collector) neighborhood of Cairo is not a garden spot. It has a very distinctive, unpleasant and fetid odor in the air. As we rolled through the area the reason became apparent. Huge piles of garbage sit everywhere, waiting to be sorted through. Someone opened the garage-like door of a warehouse as we drove by. Inside were more mounds of garbage, which I presume were more valuable than those which sat in the open air. At this point in the tour I was still a curious tourist.
We arrived at the entrance of the church and joined a small group being lectured to by someone from the church. Izzat and Zuzu disappeared for this part. At first it was the usual tour guide stuff. This guy started this church this way in this year. We have this many members.
The facts buzzed around my head as I followed the guide from one area of the church to another. I shifted from listening to observing. This guy was neatly groomed, but it was obvious his outfit came from the piles of garbage. He could have used a haircut, but you could tell he had a self assurance and self esteem many pampered US teens could benefit from.
I also saw joy. He loves his church. He was so excited to share each and every piece of information with us. He was so proud of the carvings on the wall. He is in awe of the huge number of people who show up each week to worship. It’s the largest church in the Middle East.
His joy was not just associated with the church. His personal testimony is that God loves him, protects him and provides for him. He is so grateful to be a part of the Body of Christ.
I saw how I must look to him – a privileged tourist. Imagine how many meals, how much education, how much medical care and other basic needs could be filled with the money Bill and I had spent to be right there at that time. He had every reason to resent me and my intrusion into his life, but instead he was thrilled we had shown an interest in his community. He hoped we’d come back and worship with him. We spoke to him briefly to tell him how much we admired the church and were humbled by his joy. He spoke to us as an equal, holding his head high and treating us like a fellow brother and sister in Christ.
After the tour, Bill visited the restroom and could not resist taking this picture. It broke our hearts. I thought of all our country club mega-churches with our slick-talking celebrity pastors. I thought of the people who prefer to participate in ministries that will take them on vacation mission trips. I thought of all the $1-3 donations people thoughtlessly tack onto their grocery bill or pet shop total, and then forget about by the time they get to their car. I thought of all the money we spend on saving cats and dogs, when these people so desperately need a little saving. How in the world does that stack up to the needs of those in Mokattum?
Those garbage collectors have it right and I admire them. I walked away from Mokattum Church a little different than I arrived. The guide’s love and acceptance of me expanded my own heart a little bit. I didn’t come home and sell everything that I have, but I’ve got a new understanding of the joy of the Lord and I’m trying to practice it with the same abandon as my brother in Mokattum.
It was on odd place to go for our final tour in Egypt. Luxury hotels, museum visits, yacht trips and a city of garbage collectors. Next week, I’ll share our last few hours in Egypt. I’m writing this particular post on a pretty day in February, knowing it will be posted in August, and that’s a little weird. Who knows what adventures will follow this blog series!
TRAVEL THERE: SAVING THE BEST FOR LAST?
The Cairo Museum
Old Cairo, Finally!
TRAVEL THERE: THE PHARAOH’S DINNER CRUISE
An Excellent Meal
Before long Moksen and his lovely wife Shahira, first on the left side, were coming aboard and the party started. It was a huge, delicious meal and I was thrilled to be with my family once again.
TRAVEL THERE: KOM ASH SHUQQAFA, POMPEY’S PILLAR & THE SERAPEUM
Pompey’s Pillar & the Serapeum
TRAVEL THERE: A FEW BITES
The Fish Market wasn’t quite what we expected. Yes there were big ice tables full of fresh fish, but from the description of the place we thought that once you picked your fish, then they’d give you a wide variety of ways to cook it. Basically you either got fried or grilled. It was good, but not our vision.
TRAVEL THERE: HISTORY, JEWELRY AND MORE

The jewelry museum is in a lovely part of the city, obviously still home to the well-to-do. An impressive rod iron fence guards the one-time palace. The security procedure into the grounds is more than cursory, but it was very polite. This is the museum-less-visited, competing with the well-known Bibliotheca and the official history museum, but I would like to see that change. This is a rare and wonderful experience and if you go to Alexandria you should not miss it! They were glad to have such obvious American tourists entering their facility. So glad in fact they gifted me with a beautiful souvenir guidebook.
But there was jewelry, magnificent jewelry, in attractive cases spread throughout the elegant rooms. The house looked as if they had only removed the furniture the day before. It was easy to imagine dignitaries in gorgeous caftans and morning suits wandering around. Among the treasures in the cases were items which once belonged to
TRAVEL THERE: MORE EXHIBITS THAN YOU CAN SHAKE A STICK AT

A Little Signage Please
Through trial and error (and an exasperated guard) we found out we had to join the crowd and check pretty much everything on our persons, except the clothes on our back at the place with the crowd. Then we got the secret sauce to entering the library. Once inside there are all kinds of signs directing you to the various stacks of books over many floors, but nothing seemed to direct us to the free museums we were there to enjoy. Now they have great signage to the museum that has a pricey entry fee, but I wanted the free stuff.
How to Get There
TRAVEL THERE: CLIMB ON YOUR QUAD AND DRIVE
Our destination was no oasis. I didn’t even see a palm tree – merely a collection of tables in a nook below the mountain. We were among the first guests to arrive. We settled around what seemed like an advantageous table and let the evening unfold. Service was, to say the least, slow.
While I wouldn’t say we were in a hurry, you really don’t want to leave these guys without any entertainment for very long – otherwise they will make it up. Soon plastic cups and adult beverages came out of the bags some of the ladies had brought along. As groups wandered in and began to fill the tables around us, our guys started providing some of that entertainment they are famous for coming up with. Yes, that’s my husband waving the checkered scarf.
The best part was the whirlers. I’d seen quite a few of them by this time and pretty quickly you get down the shared repertoire. However, these guys didn’t just whirl around on the stage and then go their merry way. Oh no. There was a rock ledge right behind the benches we were sitting on and suddenly we had a whirler doing his stuff right next to us. Yes, it was pretty cool.
TRAVEL THERE: VISITING THE STEP PYRAMID
The Museum
Wandering the Ruins
As if to prove they’d gotten the tourist thing figured out a Saqqara, they actually had a cultural performance! A toupe of dancers, both male and female, performed energetic renditions of folk dances, brandishing swords, swaying their hips and stomping their feet. The colors were a little too Hollywood to be traditional, but I appreciated the effort.