As I write this our Muslim friends are
preparing to keep the holy fast of Ramadan. It is not uncommon to hear the
faithful declare that Ramadan is the “best” month. I have never walked that
path and so I am in no position to say one way or another, but they do seem to
be on to something lovely.
The authors I’ve read largely agree on
the conditions in Arabia just prior to when the word of God was revealed to the
Prophet (PBUH). At the time it was a land marked by tribalism, raiding parties,
war games, usury, exploitation of the poor, abuse of women, rampant vice,
idolatry, and a vindictive arrogance which demonized opposition. If all this sounds
like the Evening News we might also remember that the classical era was ending,
the Roman Empire was busy falling apart, and we were on the verge of the
threshold of that period historians cheerfully call ‘the dark ages’. The slow
but steady collapse of the unifying forces of the past, and the fractious uncertainty
that created, may well have inspired in some a yearning for a religion of
oneness, the spirit of tawhid.
The more unmanageable our life together
becomes the faster we run towards the surrender we’ve been avoiding. Somewhere
in all this there is hope. I have no grand predictions about the fate of the
West, either in Europe or North America. I am no historian, I’m a priest; I
live in the present with the eternal. What I have learned is simple: At the end
of the day, humans are at a loss except for those who believe and live right and
encourage each other to be truthful and patient. (Surah 103) Somewhere in all this there is hope.