“I love you, my brother, whoever you are – whether you worship in a church, kneel in your temple, or pray in your mosque.” -Kahlil Gibran
I’m Irish Catholic, and one of the best human beings I know is Pakistani Muslim. During Ramadan I will fast with him and on Good Friday he supports me, and we have deep conversations about what our religious traditions teach about caring for the weak and how we should serve others. We respect and challenge and treasure each other as brothers should.
My closest female friends are a Jew, a born-again Christian, and an agnostic. I love and support each of them as they love me in different ways. We look out for each other emotionally and in other ways, because that is what siblings do.
My BFF is a female from Vietnam that is in my phone as “Favorite Sister”.
The big brother I didn’t have is Dutch and makes fun of my kilt in response to my cracking on his wooden shoes.
Love your brothers and sisters, for we are all one family in one big vehicle on a road trip around the sun and so we have to get along to get along.