We were invited to the first two days of this four day event: a traditional Pakistani Muslim wedding. Last night was the "ceremony" which was more like a business contract between the groom and the bride's father, followed by a reception. The whole event took place in a hall; including the prayer time, I never went near a mosque... which surprised me a little. This was my first (and quite possibly last) invitation to any kind of event in Islam. I was expecting everything to be very new and different from my past cultural experiences, again, I was surprised how familiar the whole event felt; I spoke with my wife's nephews about faith and marriage, these were fine young men and the conversation was free and easy, people were shuffling and mingling, and the Muslim men wore modern suits as much as the traditional garb, the women all looked like wrapped gifts, but smiling, having fun, and I didn't see a single veil. No dancing, but family members chatted away with us... it felt very much like a wedding, full of vibrant music, and at one point the brothers and brother-in-laws of the groom made fools of themselves singing a song together... there was about 500 family and friends present.
The groom has to bribe his way into his own wedding; his closest family members block his entry and he has to haggle out a fair price to bribe his brothers and male cousins ... I shot back there to see this, and they were all laughing and one of the young men closest shook my hand and I quipped, "I wanted to see if he would survive this" - the groom laughed and went on talking down their prices. My stepson told me that he once made $70 at the door of one wedding... if that group all did as well, the groom forked over a thousand dollars just to get in.
This event had formal announcements for each of the family members, the last to be introduced was the bride and her father who shot back after the contract to the bride's room. But her entry was very nonchalant, not as dramatic as the bride's walk down a christian/catholic church aisle. However, at the night before event, which was kind of a combined bachelor party for close family... with open seating (about 200 attended) the entrances were more dramatic; the bride came in surrounded by her court holding a silk cloth aloft over her head; now that, was cool.
I've trained for ministry in the Christian faith and felt a genuine respect from these members of Islam; there was a living faith that we share, I asked about their prayer and spoke about life experiences with my wife and our faith... this was a favorite auntie to them when they were children so I had an inside door, but I never saw one grimace, one wince, one moment of tension, anything to suggest that my faith was the enemy of Islam... it just was not the case. Bear in mind that these young men are in their late 20's or barely 30 years old, born and raised in America... first generation; their parents were born and raised in Pakistan.
My catholic raised wife was married for a dozen years to this family; I have been on the fringes for 16 years now; each time I would read all these posts on the fray declaring all these passages in the Quran which suggest that Muslems are out to slaughter Christians as infidels... I have never seen any evidence that this is the case in the real world... certainly not in America. Instead, where there was tension between my wife and her ex over infidelity; a natural hurdle for me to get over with my stepson's family, it was the common language of faith that bridged our two worlds; although we approach God through different scriptures and methods, we worship the same God... the God of Abraham, and we can sense that our faiths are in essence the same breath of the holy spirit that Jesus released, that the Messenger brought to them, either you believe or you don't, outward forms are different, cultures are different, religious practices are different, but inward faith is the same. I discovered this with the jewish faith 30 years ago, my childhood having much more access to that religion. We all worship the same God; the God of Abraham.
We had a good time. My wife's niece is now a "Sultan Ali"... the groom's last name. I'm thinking that a last name like that must have some history behind it. Frankly, I think she is lucky to be immersed in such a rich culture, surrounded by two large families; sure there is the stress of family pressures and expectations (no different than any culture) but there is also a ton of love and support. This family is very educated, they are all smart people (the nephews I sat with were Ron Paul supporters, loved hearing my banking testimony) and very much a part of mainstream Americana. I came away with a new feeling of kinship for what was always the most challenging part of my marriage... because, 16 years ago, when I counseled her to sign over my stepson's custody to his father, away from the ministry I trained in to the mosque and the Quran, I did so in faith, faith in a God who would reconcile all things back to Him... and even though this resulted in an elder's expulsion from my own ministry, I never second guessed that decision, I knew it was the best thing to do for my new stepson... last night confirmed to me that it was not just that, but it also gave a rich culture to this young man that deepened his faith in God and consequently sent him seeking for his own personal quest of understanding between the Catholic, Christian, and Muslim forces in his upbringing. The name of Jesus carries him forward, however he calls on that name, in our world we have discovered the depths and riches of Allah the most merciful - walking our individual paths, joined through faith, and living in America.