I'm just remembering a fond little memory from the Easter pot luck that we were invited to by some dear friends. It's funny how sometimes a gesture done spontaneously could lodge itself in your heart.
We know, of course, that almost everyone in the group is Christian. We've been to their parties previously and everybody gathers together in a circle around the heavily laden, lavish, mouth watering table for a prayer. The prayer is always a blessing of friendship and happiness for everybody before we dig in and we're happy to participate.
This time, our friend's son gave the prayer. It started in the usual way but somewhere in the middle he interjected something that made my ears and heart prick up. I don't remember the exact words, but he said something beautiful in the lines of, "We also ask blessings for those of us who may not be of the same faith and wish them health and happiness."
I really liked that. I mentioned it to Art on the way home because I figured he missed it. He hadn't and it made him smile to remember.
It made me happy to hear tolerance, respect and kindness in the next generation. There's hope for the future if the next generation can be as dedicated to his own religion, but welcoming of others as my friend's son.
Yes, there is hope.