I’m familiar with holidays, events and traditions that involve and include my nationality / culture / history / world view / religion / belief system / whatever it is that makes me…me.
I’m coming to see that those of others hold just as much weight as my own do. And, my choice not to celebrate in no way negates the importance or significance of that which others embrace and practice.
My neighbor is not of my culture. We are…different. One is not better than the other, nor more important. Both are valid. Both are of value. Both have worth.
My neighbor’s world view is not shared by me – but that doesn’t make it wrong. It just means it’s different.
Today, my neighbor brought over two huge plates of food, piled high and deliciously fragrant. Today was a celebration…a holiday that she and her family kept…a part of her culture.
She chose to share it with us.
What a delicious sharing it was.
What was on the plates? The only things I recognized were potatoes, green beans, golden raisins and chicken. The rest were wonderful mysteries that delighted our taste buds and satisfied our appetites.
While her food filled our bellies, her generosity and outreach to us warmed our hearts.
My neighbor and I share little in common – but we have found common ground. She is a good cook and I am a good eater.