Hospital waiting rooms are full of stories. Most of those are love stories because some beloved person is having difficulty, and some supportive person is doing their best to trust all that is going on. Recently, a dear friend of ours found himself in one of those hospital waiting rooms. His grandson, only 18 months old, is battling a blood disease. It’s been difficult to determine exactly what is going on with this baby, and so on the day that this story took place, this tiny boy was in the hospital waiting to have a bone marrow procedure. Our friend Bob was doing what we all do when we’re called to the hospital; he was waiting and praying for his grandson.
As he sat in the waiting room though, he noticed another grandfather who was also waiting and praying. This grandfather was a Muslim. Bob couldn’t help but notice how this grandfather prayed over his grandson just as Bob had done earlier. Bob realized he couldn’t understand the language of the prayers going up to Allah, but he related to the moment with compassion. He witnessed the tears in the man’s eyes as he walked away from his grandson after the prayer, continuing to pray even under his breath. Fighting to keep his dignity and composure, the man retreated to a nearby window.
Bob said that the man’s words were unknown to him, but he fully understood the anguished and pleading prayer of a man who loves his grandson and the god of his heart. As the day progressed, it happened that the two grandfathers had a chance to sit and talk to each other. It wasn’t easy since one of them spoke little English, and the other spoke even less Kurdish. It didn’t matter. They were simply two grandfathers bonding over the circumstances that brought them together. They were two men of prayer and faith, and two men who loved their grandsons. They didn’t need a greater bond than that.
When the two men finally shook hands and parted, Bob realized that the Muslim man loved Allah every bit as much as he loves Jesus. In his heart of hearts, he couldn’t help asking, “Why can’t we just get along?”
Personally, I believe that love always binds us together and when we start with love, we get along. May you have a blessed and genuinely heart-shaped life today and may love be a witness to all you do.