This past sabbath, yesterday, I had the good fortune to meet a young man from Israel. He was visiting Toronto, and spending some time with family. He lives in the city of Nazareth, and showed me beautiful pictures of his city. Before meeting him, when I would think about the city were Jesus grew up I would still picture donkey carts and dirt roads, knowing but forgetting that these places still exist and have modernized with the times. He showed me a picture of a mountain where Jesus fled to when the people of the city tried to capture Him.
To live in such a biblically significant place, at least in my head, sounds like an amazing thing. He even shared that he worked on a tour where people would come to see the city and he would dress up in clothing from Jesus' day and show people around.
We had an interesting chat about life, school, religion, and stereotypes. In the news, which he doesn't really watch, you don't hear much about the Arab Christians of which he was a part. He also explained to me that where He lives isn't the war torn images that you might see on tv, and that He's far from where things are the worst. He, a younger man than I, had recently finished school and was looking to study again. Trained in computer sciences, he had decide that he wanted to get into something new.
We shared travel history, and our experiences in different cultures. What we liked and didn't like; we'd both been to several countries in Europe and both had travel stories of long layovers and missed flights.
It was nice to meet someone with a different perspective, than mine. A luxury so readily accessible but often overlooked and taken for granted. Toronto one of the the most diverse cities in the world, and still I hadn't really thought about what the world looks like currently from another point of view. At least not for a while, and not like this, it's was nice to meet someone who could share that perspective with me.