Truly, today was a day for pondering my fears and thoughts about Islam, Muslims, and God’s people. It has
become quite clear to me we are all God’s people, created in His image. Looking over my photos of bread, a basic
for all cultures, I realize all people, regardless of professed religion, or none, are God’s people.
As we traversed the Medina with Jalel we were gifted a large wheel of fragrant, warm bread. As naturally as we were born, Jalel, Bob and I communally tore off morsels of this delightful source of nourishment with our fingers, and satisfied our hunger as we walked along the narrow and fascinating alleyways. Eventually we came to the oldest synagogue in Tétouan, perhaps in all Morocco.
The old rabbi and I shared our fears about God’s people falling away from worship of Him. He posed beside the oven where he himself prepares the unleavened bread for his small community of believers. It was a day of communion. Jesus said, “I am the Bread of Life.” (John 6:48) He was very present. “Give us today our daily bread.” (Matthew 6:11)