We too can live in holiness, peace and prosperity.
A mosque burns and a synagogue shares
We too can live in holiness, peace and prosperity.
In the small Gulf Coast city of Victoria, Texas, there are several churches, but just one synagogue, and one mosque. At least that’s how it was, until the mosque, built in 2000, mysteriously burned down at about 2am on Saturday January 28, 2017. Now, the synagogue has become a mosque because the Jews of Victoria handed the Muslims the key to their synagogue building, so they could share a place to worship while rebuilding their own Mosque.
“Everyone knows everybody, I know several members of the mosque, and we felt for them,” said Robert Loeb, the President of Bnai Israel, which affiliates with the Reconstructionist movement.
On Sunday January 29, the Victoria community held an interfaith event in front of the mosque. Through local donations and a GoFundMe page, the mosque raised over $900,000 from 18,000+ people by Monday to rebuild the mosque. Let this be a notice to future hate-filled arsonists, and all those who hate America, that brotherly love is the truest form of religion in America.[iframe id=”https://www.facebook.com/plugins/video.php?href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fthemuslimvibe%2Fvideos%2F781563795331957%2F&show_text=0&width=560″]
This account of brotherly love is a modern descendant of the following archetypical fable, transmitted orally in both Arabic and Hebrew for many centuries, and finally written down in several different versions in the 19th century. The fable illustrates how two holy places can be as closely connected as two lungs, even though they are far apart geographically, and exist in different religious worlds. Some say this happened in the generation when Abraham was born.
Two brothers, who inherited a ‘valley to hilltop’ farm from their father, divided the land in half so that each one could farm his own section. Over time, the older brother married and had four children, while the younger brother was still not married. One year there was very little rain, and the crop was very meagre. This was at the beginning of a long term drought that would turn the whole valley into an arid, treeless desert where even grain did not grow, and all the springs dried up. The younger brother lay awake one night praying and thought: “My brother has a wife and four children to feed, and I have no children. He needs more grain than I do, especially now that grain is scarce.” So that night, the younger brother went to his barn, gathered a large sack of wheat, and left his wheat in his brother’s barn. Then he returned home, feeling pleased with himself.
Earlier that very same night, the older brother was also lying awake praying for rain when he thought: “In my old age, my wife and I will have our grown children to take care of us, as well as grandchildren to enjoy, while my brother may have no children. He should at least sell more grain from his fields now, so he can provide for himself in his old age. So that night, the older brother also gathered a large sack of wheat, and left it in his brother’s barn, and returned home, feeling pleased with himself.
The next morning, the younger brother, surprised to see the amount of grain in his barn seemed unchanged, said “I did not take as much wheat as I thought. Tonight I will take more.” That same morning, the older brother, standing in his barn, was thinking the same thoughts. After night fell, each brother gathered a greater amount of wheat from his barn and in the dark, secretly delivered it to his brother’s barn. The next morning, the brothers were again puzzled and perplexed. “How can I be mistaken?” each one thought. “There’s the same amount of grain here as there was before. This is impossible! Tonight I will make no mistake—I will take two large sacks.”
The third night, more determined than ever, each brother gathered two large sacks of wheat from his barn, loaded them onto a cart, and slowly pulled his cart toward his brother’s barn. In the moonlight, each brother noticed a figure in the distance. When the two brothers got closer, each recognized the form of the other and the load he was pulling, and they both realized what had happened! Without a word, they dropped the ropes of their carts, ran to each other and embraced.”
Only God can make something holy, and God, through the brothers’ love and concern for each other made their descendants worthy to rebuild a primordial Holy House in this valley, and later to build a new Holy House on that far hill. So God sent Messengers to their descendants to guide them to do this.
Christians and Jews say the hilltop is Jerusalem. Muslims say the valley is Makkah.
I say they are both right.
God gave humans two lungs to recycle the holy spirit within humans, among humans and between humans and God.
When all those, both near and far, who revere these sacred places as a standard, share it in love with everyone else who reveres it, then Abraham’s request for Allah to “make this a land of peace, and provide its people with the produce of the land” (Qur’an 2:126) will be extended throughout the world and all the children of Adam, Noah and Abraham will live in Holiness, Peace and Prosperity.