The sign in front of The Grove Presbyterian church in Charlotte, NC, read “We love our Muslim Neighbors”.
I was so touched by Pastor Kate Murphy and her congregation that I contacted them to see if the Muslim community could show our appreciation by sponsoring one of their monthly community dinners. The next dinner ended up being on Maundy Thursday, a time when the church has a special service/dinner in memory of The Last Supper.
The thing that really grabbed my attention was that for their Maundy Thursday meal the church serves things from the region where Jesus lived. Since my father and husband are from Palestine, it was a perfect fit that I coordinate the food for the dinner.
Pastor Kate let me know that they typically have things from the region like, honey, figs, olives, hummus, etc. I wanted to provide them with authentic foods from the region. Coincidentally I was going to be in Amman, Jordan visiting my daughter the week before the dinner. Being that my brother in law is a bee keeper in Palestine, I made arrangements to get honey from Palestine to use at the church dinner.
The evening was really special, something I know God would be pleased with.
While contemplating the things that Jesus might have eaten during his lifetime, I felt a kinship with him because he is from the same place my father is from. My first connection with Jesus was in my childhood, while growing up in the Catholic Church. Although I left the church when I was 12 (for a variety of reasons), I never felt that I left Jesus or God. I had a strong belief in God, but I’d developed a mistrust of organized religion. It seemed to me that religion was being used by those in power to pit people against each other.
I went to Palestine for the first time when I was 13, in 1973. I felt such a connection to the land of my father (his town, El Bireh, is near Jerusalem) and to Jesus. I remember walking around Bethlehem, Jerusalem and Galilee, imagining Jesus walking on that land. I was really annoyed by how cavalier the tourists were, they didn’t seem to relish the land they were standing on and the significance of its history.
My husband has a lot of family in Palestine (the West Bank), and I have been blessed to be able to visit there frequently. When my daughter and I visited Jerusalem last year we stopped by the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, the place where the tomb of Jesus is located.
There is a impressive story of what happened when when Omar Ibn Al Khattab, the second caliph after Prophet Muhammad, accepted the surrender of Jerusalem from the Byzantines, in 638CE. He was invited to pray in the church, he refused because he didn’t want to set a precedence that would turn the church into a mosque. Instead he prayed outside and eventually there was a small mosque built on that spot known as the Mosque of Omar.
Omar’s actions were in keeping with the covenant Prophet Muhammad made to the Monks at Mt Sinai guaranteeing the protection of Christians and churches while under Islamic rule.
Muslims and Christians have very different beliefs about Jesus. Although Muslims don’t believe he is the son of God or God in the flesh, we believe in the virgin birth and that Jesus will return again. He is a revered prophet who was sent by God with revelation. The Quran says:
“The Messenger believes in what his Lord revealed, as do the faithful. Each of them believes in God, His angels, His Books, and His Messengers, saying, “We don’t consider one of His messengers as being better than another.” Quran 2:285
With that in mind, I, as a Muslim, and as a Palestinian feel a special bond with Jesus.
Originally published in the Huffington Post April 20, 2017