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Converted at the Dinner Table

Munyaradzi Makoni

Religion is part of the solution to the world’s problems. Conflicts will arise as people fail to follow their religions to the book. We bow our heads dutifully. A few words are said calmly. We are ready to start eating. Someone has to say those words, more so the young ones who are forced to stick the vowels, the coma and full stop into their innocent heads.

It becomes ingrained into our lives. Without much consciousness it becomes a routine that shapes our foundations.

As a young boy I hated two things, bathing and going to church.  I could manage to hide till my mother leaves home for a service and bear with receiving an eyeful when she came back. It was more to do with a young rebellious attitude of trying to discover things for myself.   But the call always came when my rumbling stomach brought me back in tune. My mother would get me then.

It was long ago. I must have been very young. I remember being assisted to wash my hands in a small blue dish.

That is how I was initiated into Christianity- at the dinner table. We never ate any of our three daily main meals with out praying. I was not alone. There were many households that stuck to this ritual.

Though in some respects it reflected the depth of religious belief in aunts, uncles and parents that raised me up – in others it did not. Praying before eating instilled discipline. It showed gratitude to whoever the provider was. It also influenced the religious route when independence into adulthood eventually came.

Whether you became a true Christian, a half-baked follower of Christ or chose to follow another way of spiritual life, one would always carry piece of religion in them. That was the first cut and it had its roots in me.

Perhaps it also had to do with the environment. As much as African Tradition Religion was part of my life, it had earned notorious condemnation as heathen. Christianity earned the civilization card.

Indians and their Hinduism or Buddhism were scarce in Zimbabwe. You could count them on your fingers especially with their well- known cluttered property and retail or tailoring businesses that they ran in various towns and cities.

Islam was sparsely dotted. I would see Muslims wearing their turbans attending domed buildings- only to know later they where mosques – where the bell tolled at certain intervals of the day and men would go there. The discipline with which they did it was impressive.

But for me the process of Christian development went on. God became the centerpiece of my life. He was the closest I could I identify with my wishes, dreams and problems. While on this route I found the attraction of buying literature, clothing portraits depicting the image of God inviting.

It has become natural, I should say. I smile at a sticker on the bumper saying ‘I love the Lord’. Visiting friends or relatives I measure their belief by their affinity to Christ by the message on their key holder, a wallpaper or a start up message on their cell phone. Though at times they may not have faith in the religion.

My own cell phone has its message too: ‘With God nothing is impossible.’

To you, what does religion form: the problem or the solution?

Differences, Richness

It is not about holier than though attitude but trying to follow the scriptures – a hard act to follow in any religion that is. If we were all like there would be no need to read the  Bible or the Qu’ran.

By my understanding of the church has long broadened. There is also an element of maturity of look at religious life. What is wrong with being an orthodox Christian? It is not an offence to be Jewish. Neither is it barbaric to be Islamic.

An associate who poached into India and spent a few years into a monastery- but eventually gave up on becoming a monk – not before he learnt enough to impart on me some bits and pieces of yoga. When I asked what else was there was an obvious talk about ideas of wide religious beliefs in India.

When Rafik Bahaa Al-Hariri, former Lebanese prime minister who reconstructed Beirut after a 15 year civil war was assassinated, I was in an international journalism class in Europe.  Surrounded by European architecture but primarily studying Europe and Islam.

It was four years after September 11 bombing. The heart-warming part was the teacher not a Muslim but a European who was unpacking the general belief that had been spread ad-inifinitum that every Muslim was a potential terrorist. There are many good Muslims.

My critical insights into the touch spots of controversy on religions deepened.

A Solution

Religion is part of the solution to the world’s problems. Conflicts will arise as people fail to follow their religions to the book.

Do you know my favorite part of Christianity? No, it’s not how my cream Salvation Army uniform snugly fits me on a Sunday afternoon. Nor is it the church’s military derived jargon used to call office bearers in the church.

No, my pride is with the easiness that I feel whenever I enter any house of the Lord. It is the room of respect that I give to Muslims when they go to the Mosque for their prayers.

When William Booth founded the Salvation Army in 1865, he was bent on:  ‘Loosing the chains of injustice, freeing the captive and oppressed, sharing food and home, clothing the naked, and carrying out family responsibilities.’

When William Booth did the march of witness to the streets and open-air meetings – I see Islamic mirrors and reflections when they practise their religion. Where is the difference? Tell me.

Now, sadly religions have become a source of peoples boiling internecine hatreds. People fight on which is better religion, more affluent or superior? Some fight merely to spread their religious intellectual knowledge. Others it’s all to do with the ego. But I think it boils down to understanding to whom do we pray.

And for me, my little daughter also prays before we eat. She knows that we should pray.  Call it preparing the next generation for posterity but I am not worried if she wakes up and convert to Islam tomorrow. The ways of belief might be different but we still honor the same God. That’s the beauty of the world.

First published on IslamOnline.net