A story of interfaith collaboration worth sharing.
Just yesterday I was driving down a main city street doing work for a friend. I was battling a current bout of depression and couldn’t seem to get out of my rut. I drove by a church my childhood friends had attended with three people holding signs that read, “Having a rough day? Drive by prayer!” This was a church that I did not care for growing up. I grew up Catholic, and many people who went to this church delegitimized my faith. They said that I was not a true Christian, speculated that the Pope was the anti-Christ, and claimed that I worshipped the Virgin Mary. For all the love I give to interfaith organizations like the Muslim Jewish Conference, I still struggle with my own prejudice of having an interfaith dialogue or collaboration with this particular strand of Christianity.
“How stupid,” I initially thought. Then another thought occurred. Maybe this was God reaching out to me. So I did a U-turn, drove up to the church, and prayed with two old ladies who couldn’t have been 10 years older than my own mother.
As we prayed I thought to myself, “these two women have a concept of God that is entirely different than my own, but they are trying their best, just like I am.”
For all of our differences, I saw beauty in that commonality. After we prayed, a wave of serenity came over me.
So what did I take out of this experience? Be open. Be kind. And don't let your past dictate your present and future.