Kinship
I’ve been thinking some about the growing trouble in the Middle East. When I say I’ve been thinking about it, I don’t mean I’ve been thinking about blame or cause. For me, that is far too complex. Rather, I’ve been thinking about the multitude of innocent people who pay the price for others’ disputes. I’m convinced that most of the people in Iraq, Lebanon, Israel, and every other country of the world are like most of us. They are simply trying to find their way in the world, building important relationships, and trying to earn a living for them and their family. Unfortunately, they find themselves stuck in the middle of a conflict they may not want or even understand fully themselves.
I took this picture in the Medina of Fez, Morocco (a city within a city). The crowded narrow streets were filled with ordinary people selling and shopping and worshiping. This man probably works many hours every week keeping his shop stocked and neat for the local buyers. A Muslim who finds meaning in his faith, his relationships, and his work the best he can. When I think of it like that, I find kinship with him and with millions like him around the world. I, too, am doing the best I can to find meaning in my faith, my relationships, and my work. Somedays it’s easier than others.
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