Thoughts on Morocco

When I [david] think of Morocco I first think of the Showalters. Wednesday afternoon we arrived in Morocco and the others played ultimate frisbee, but I did not due to the lingering effects of my broken leg and torn ankle ligaments. Instead, I went back to the Showalter’s house and after Dawn came home she made supper, and I went into the kitchen and talked with her and snatched some of the food she was preparing. I thought about how I do the same thing with Mom back home, and I realized that staying with the Showalter family is as close to having a family as I will have on the trip. Our families were good friends when they lived in Ohio and it was really good to reconnect with them, and it was especially refreshing to interact with them two months into the trip. We have been living, eating, and sleeping in the car for so long it was great to have a family unit with whom we could interact, a house to sleep in regularly, and delicious food numerous times per day. It felt like home…at least a little like home (we don’t get so many people selling fish in the streets of Rosedale), and it allowed us to recharge our batteries (literally and figuratively) and interact with other people. It was especially enjoyable to discuss the hardships and rewards of living and working in Morocco, and their willingness to take us around the Medina buying us local foods and explaining things to us. We are very grateful for all the time, space, food, fellowship, and everything else they gave us during our week in northern Africa.

When I think of Morocco I also think about our night on the roof of the Showalter’s pastor’s house in the middle of the Medina. Thursday night the four of us and Seth slept in the heart of the Old City. We reached the rooftop just in time for the mosques in the Medina to start their Call to Prayer. This echoed throughout the city for about five minutes before the mosque right next to us started its call. This call was very loud and was especially poignant for me. At this time the entire city is supposed to come to a stop and pray to Allah. On one hand I thought how good it would be for Christians to to bow their heads in mass and pray; how powerful a force we could be. But at the same time I also was thankful for the freedom that we have in Christ. Our salvation is not tied to whether or not we pray in the correct way at the correct times.
I woke up the next morning in time to catch the last few minutes of the sunrise over the Medina. It was beautiful, almost breath-taking. Such an old city with its houses packed together in the early morning light. I noticed numerous satellite dishes on top of almost every house glinting in the early morning sun. These houses are hundreds of years old and are defiled with these eyesores. How sad. What would the original builders of these buildings think?

I really enjoyed our stay in Morocco and would like to thank the Showlaters one more time for everything they did for us.

One Response to “Thoughts on Morocco”

  1. Ray Miller says:

    You are now in territory where I have never been, so I have no more advice for you (as far as places to see). Here is one thing I would like you to do though; When you stand in front of Michelangelo’s Pieta, in St. Peter’s Basilica, (or maybe you have already), I’d like to get your thoughts, on the piece, yes; but maybe even more so, the feeling of standing, and viewing a Great Masterpiece, by a Great Master, along with the fact that it was done in the late 15th Century.
    Maybe there is something there that will impress you more. If so, I’d be interested in hearing that too.
    Take the Risks, Until you get to Russia.

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