Pilgrimage Reflections Our Similarities
Tanya Marshall
He (Jesus) said to them, “Let the little children come to
me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as
these.” (Mark 10:14)
During our pilgrimage in Israel, I was struck with how
similar people are everywhere. Here we were in a land 1/3 of the way around the
globe, where people spoke different languages, signs were written in strange
looking characters, many women wore hijabs (a type of head-scarf), Orthodox
Jewish men had side locks, and we heard Muslim calls to prayer broadcast
through the streets at 4:00 a.m.
But then would come a moment that showed how similar we all
are. Three experiences occurred within about two days that illustrated this for
me in regards to children.
First, as we were walking through what seemed to be a very
serious political/military checkpoint near the Old City of Jerusalem, a group
of 20-30 school boys approached (6 – 10 year olds), all 77 dressed alike, with
a couple of teachers. Maybe it was a field trip, maybe a religious class? But
they were rowdy, loud, energetic, laughing, and chasing each other, and the
teachers were trying to calm them down and keep them in line.
Second, later that day we were waiting at a bus stop for
Elias, our driver, to pick us up with ouran. I leaned on a ledge near three
girls that looked like sisters, maybe ages 5, 8, and 12. 1 simply asked the
middle one her name, hoping she knew some English. She said it was Denya
(spelling?), and she asked my name, and then excitedly told it to her older
sister. It was a short dialog, but we made a brief connection and shared some
smiles.
Third, one evening our whole group was invited to dinner at
the tour company owner’s mother-in-law’s home in Beit Sahour, a neighboring
town to Bethlehem. There were four generations of this family there, including
the three children of the tour company owner (ages, 3, 5, and 7, I think).
George, the 5 year
old, and I had a fun talk about the tricycle he sat on, his sisters, his age,
his school – typical things anyone can talk about with a child. Then he gave
many of us stickers, and sang “If I Were a Butterfly,” a children’s song I
hadn’t heard since 1982!
A world apart, but these were typical exchanges that could
happen anywhere. What a blessing to see we’re not so different after all, but
all God’s children, brothers and sisters in Jesus Christ.
Prayer: Thank you, God, for the reminders that no matter our
nationality, color, or creed, you are the Creator of us all. Help us to work
for peace and unity, through Christ. Amen.
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