It’s been a long journey this whole marriage and religion thing. Truly that’s not even fair to say because the religion thoughts started way before the idea of marriage. It was a funny thing moving from small town mid-west to a middle eastern country. Everything was so different on the outside. The smells, the look, the food, the clothes… all of the things that really don’t matter. Once the shock wears off and you really get the chance to understand your surroundings you see that all of the important things are the same.
We all care about our families and doing whats best for them. We all want a safe place to live, good food to eat and a few friends along the way. We all worry about the cost of gas, groceries and shelter. We all want to believe that there is someone bigger than us looking out for us. Sure we do these things in many different ways and sometimes we are so worried about our self and our families that we forget that everyone is looking for the same things. Sometimes we can’t get along, because we are humans.
Growing up in a small town where all of my family attend the same church and I really only know people who attended church I had a strong faith. I always had this gut feeling that no matter what I did or where I went God was watching out for me and guiding me on his plan for my life. I learned early on that his plan and my plan where rarely the same and some how I always find myself
doing things the hard way on the path less traveled.
Morocco is an Islamic country. Being an American I didn’t really know what it meant to live in a county that has a national religion. There is a lot of thought out there that it would be scary or harsh, but that was not what I saw. It brings a fellowship that I had not experienced before. I mean yes there are people making poor choices everywhere including Morocco. It wasn’t all sunshine and roses, but there
was is a different kind of a bond.
One of the big differences between Moroccan culture and American culture is that religion is always talked about. People would ask why are you Catholic? Why are you not Muslim? They would ask all sort of questions on the religion and the Bible just in the spirit of conversation and getting to know each other. Even though I felt strong in my faith it made me want to dig deeper, so I did. I read the Bible cover to cover while living in Morocco. I researched the similarities and differences between Christians and Muslims and really furthered my faith. I also read all sorts of books about Muslims, Christians, Jews, fiction, nonfiction and reflected on all of it.
After I got comfortable living in Morocco and got to know so many amazing people I realized that they are just like me. It made me think alot about The Tower of Babel (Daniel 1:1-7)
“1And the whole earth was of one language, and of one speech. 2And it came to pass, as they journeyed from the east, that they found a plain in the land of Shinar; and they dwelled there. 3And they said one to another, Go to, let us make brick, and burn them thoroughly. And they had brick for stone, and slime had they for mortar. 4And they said, Go to, let us build us a city and a tower, whose top may reach to heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad on the face of the whole earth. 5And the LORD came down to see the city and the tower, which the children of men built.6And the LORD said, Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do. 7Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another’s speech. 8So the LORD scattered them abroad from there on the face of all the earth: and they left off to build the city. 9Therefore is the name of it called Babel; because the LORD did there confound the language of all the earth: and from there did the LORD scatter them abroad on the face of all the earth.”
After all of my reading, research, reflection and new relationships I knew that I believed the following:
- Jews, Christians, Muslims all believe in the same God.
- That the Torah, Bible and Quran are three chapters that build up to a book.
- That people are the same everywhere.
- That God, My God who I have the utmost faith in and trust with my life and my soul would not, could forsake of these wonderful (non- Christian) folks.
I started to think that humans did this to ourselves and it started at the Tower of Bable. Is it possible that we, through multiple languages, decades and leaders have made such a mess of what God was not intending to be a mess?
Part 2 — Faith Reformed coming soon