Was at a fancy church Christmas dinner a few nights ago. The festivities looked pretty much like any other upper-class protestant church–except this guy, a respected church member, stood up and began reciting–with passion–this poem he wrote about God becoming flesh (the Incarnation). Since it was in Arabic, I didn’t understand much. After dinner, when he took the liberty of explaining/translating his poem to me, he spoke about Jesus with near-laughter, his delight was so great.
I love this part of the world, where men write poetry and talk about their faith and wear their emotions on their sleeves.