There is an old cliché about how raising kids is like a circus and it does seem that there are quite a few similarities. I can easily recall several times when my house seemed to be filled with tigers, monkeys and bears leaving a trail of destruction in their wake as they raced around the house jumping through hoops. (The hoops THEY wanted to jump through, not the ones I was cracking my whip for). [Read more…]
A few weeks ago, I was invited to an Interfaith Dinner at a local Muslim mosque. Being a Christian and a Mormon from the Intermountain West, it was quite an education for me and my family to learn about their faith and culture.
Though the men and women eat and pray in separate rooms, we were allowed to stay together as a family on the men’s side. Before eating a delicious Pakistani meal cooked by the women, we heard a wonderful sermon about fasting.
It was Ramadan–the Islamic month of fasting where Muslims refrain from food and drink from sunrise to sunset every day for 30 days. We had come to an Iftar dinner, a break-the-fast meal they have every night after sunset during Ramadan which they often share with family, friends, and those of other faiths in the community. They were friendly and hospitable and I felt an overwhelming love for them and knew that all of us were God’s children. [Read more…]