Today I went to a middle eastern restaurant/market. I really liked the food, and Kelvin was so hyped up for the low prices of lamb and fillio puff pastry. But what stood out was how everyone there would call us "brother." They also were diligent about prayer to Allah, whom they called "most merciful one" on the donation boxes they had up. Now I know their prayers are ritualistic, but at least they make time for it every day and every week. I can't say I pray like that. Yes our prayers should be honest. Yes our prayers should be heartfelt and not routine or scripted. But there is something about making it important...that I feel like I am lacking in.

All the Muslims I've ever met have been really nice, and yet the people who've hurt me the most had been Christians. What is wrong with this world...

Note: a brother reminded me that treating someone as a brother (or sister) is very different from just calling them as one. Still, we should start calling each other brothers and sisters, and cultivate the deep and rich meaning of that title as co-heirs  with Christ of God's inheritance and kingdom.