The difference between our chosen worlds are very clear to me today.
This morning I wanted to meet the sunrise over the Mediterranean Sea, and to swim a bit. I’d forgotten how at home I feel in water. It was a 55 minute flight from Amman to Larnaca; the time it takes to fly from the Middle East to Europe. And by that I mean that Jordanian men had me pegged as odd, not because I was from somewhere else, but because my hair is long, unruly, offensive, and an affront. So I have to balance the idea with living in a place like that, with living in a place like this where my very first night I was approached by two prostitutes; business as usual.
If I were of the Islamic faith, and I believed that the choice between faiths meant the difference between keeping my daughter’s head covered and watching her sell her body to pleasure travelers, what would I choose? Would I choose choice, or security, free will or authoritarianism, if I thought I could save my sister from abuse?
Some of the flowers on Cyprus are the same species as those in Gambella, Ethiopia. Wherever God’s light shines there is the prospect for a thriving child of His. Wherever two or more gather in His name, there he is also.
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