As they sat down in the atrium that night, Miriam was amazed at the sight and smell of the fresh pizza Jeremiah had made. He had placed fresh tomatoes, and spinach in with the cheese, and she was starving. Smiling to herself, she knew part of the reason she was so hungry, was that she felt free, and happier than she ever had before. She also loved his cooking.
Jeremiah paused, for a moment. Was he praying? Then he started dishing out the slices, which also had a beautiful, mouthwatering, thick crust. The moonlight was beginning to shine clearly through the atrium, as the sun was going down. For some reason, Jeremiah asked her, “So how many languages do you speak Miriam?” She smiled and said, “Well….it depends on what you mean.” “I know Amharic, Somali, Hebrew, some Arabic, and of course French, and English”. His jaw dropped. He was continually amazed by this incredible woman. She continued, “Oh, I almost forgot, I was also teaching myself some Italian!” He smiled from ear to ear, when he noticed a black cloth bag on the table, and asked her about it.
“Well, you may have been wondering about my faith”, she said. “Since it is a Friday night, and soon it will be dark, I brought this with me tonight.” Uh-oh he thought, this could be it, the one thing that might tear them apart, “religion”. He tensed, but said nothing. She continued, “I am from a Muslim family, but my parents were very open minded.” She opened the bag, and pulled out two of the most beautifully carved wooden candle holders he had ever seen, and two brand new white candles. “My mother was an Ethiopian Jew, and reverted to Islam before they were married.” He was fascinated, and listened intently. “They made a deal, before the wedding, that my father would allow my mother to light the Sabbath candles each Friday night, and say prayers, at the table”. She was beaming now.
“May I do the same, and say some prayers?” she asked. He was stunned. “Sure”, was all he could say. She said, “I tend to lean towards my mother’s original faith”. She covered her head with a scarf, placed the candles in the holder, and lit them. “I’ll be singing in Amharic, the language of my mother, and then in Hebrew.” She began singing, and chills ran up and down his spine. His spirit began to soar. He had never heard Amharic before, and to hear her sing it, brought tears to his eyes. Then she sang in Hebrew, “Baruch atah Adonai, Eluhenu, Melech ha olam…..…” (Blessed are You Lord, our God, the King of the universe) As she sang she moved her hands in a fanning motion towards her. The tears began streaming down his face.
He knew that he would share sometime his own beliefs, about the Messiah, his thoughts about the need for atonement, but not here, not now. This was a sacred moment. All he could say at the end, through the tears was, “Would you teach me Amharic?”……….Miriam smiled from ear to ear, because she knew for certain, without question, the Creator had placed them together………..
To be continued.
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