Yesterday, Memorial Day, we hosted a group of friends and a lonely neighbor. I invited him because the thought of leaving him alone in his brownstone, windows agape, while the delicious smell from our grill rode the breeze seemed criminal to me.
Included in our party was an atheist, liberals, conservative Christians, and a Muslim.
We all gathered around the same table to eat. We served our Muslim neighbor turkey burgers instead of the pork ribs. We laughed and talked for hours while the kids played in the yard and ran through the grass with bare feet.
The Sunday before I shared a pew with a Christian Afghan.
In hindsight, I cannot think of a better way to have honored the holiday that so many sacrifices afforded us.