Interfaith Dialogue at the Ball Game: A Model
April 20, 2008Baseball season is great fun. In spite of Amman being SO small, there are some ladies I only see during baseball season. If your kids don’t go to the same school, it’s hard to maintain friendships the rest of the year apart from Eid/holiday phone calls. So, us seasonal-baseball-buds talk and laugh a lot during these ten weeks to make up for the off-season.
One such friend is “Alia”. We met when her oldest was on hubby’s first T-Ball team, whoa, years ago. One of those rare friendships where the moms get along, the dads like each other, and the boys play well. She is one of those amazing Jordanian women who raised her young boys (yea, another 3 boy mom) while caring for her home while getting her degree, and lived to tell about it. She and her hubby spent most of their lives in the US, but wanted to come back so their kids knew Jordan as more than a summer holiday destination.
She had several other baseball mom friends, including a very funny American lady who I am acquainted with as well. This woman had older boys, who Alia joked around with a lot, and has left Jordan. As Alia and I were getting caught up during a practice, she got very serious and looked in my eyes and said “Kinzi, I need to ask you a question”. She proceeded to tell me that the other woman’s son had sent her an email after he had been in college a few months that had really surprised her. The jist of it was, he didn’t understand how she could believe the tenants of Islam, and he was a little, um, disrespectful in the way he presented his questions. He also told her what he believed and why. (I choked a little bit, and wondered where this was going and what my response to her was going to be!)
She had been surprised and a little offended initially. After thinking about a response to him, she said he realized she had probably never talked to him about her faith and he had probably ran into some Muslims that surprised and offended him in their approach. She also knew he respected her and that was why he came to her with his honest questions, even if his manner was off-putting. She researched his questions, and understood how he could have them, and took time to answer them. Sh also knew that his way of sharing his faith with her was not tit-for-tatting, but that if he believed what he did about his faith, it was a love offering from him out of his concern for her eternity.
Alia asked me how I thought she handled it. I told I thought she did a beautiful job, and I wished there were more people like her. She said “Sub7an Allah for our friendships. You know, the basic tenants of Christianity are for us heresy; and for you, the basic tenants of Islam are heresy. You would be overjoyed if I became a Christian, I would be overjoyed if you became a Muslim. We have too much honesty between us to pretend that we believe the same thing, or that all paths lead to God, or that either of us should compromise what we believe in order to be friends. I see God in your lives, you see God in mine, and we can enjoy our friendship without blasting each other about our differences”.
I say “Sub7an Allah’ with Alia. I think that she and I accomplished more to promote interfaith dialogue, mutual respect and love than any of the big conferences held between scholars, leaders of faiths and countries. Maybe they should put baseball on the agenda.