Am I My Brother's Keeper?
Our world was rocked this week by another act of terror. Over forty people were killed and more were injured by suicide bombers in the Ataturk International Airport in Istanbul, Turkey. I've been in that airport. I have walked the streets of Istanbul. It's not an imaginary place to me. I have been welcomed by Turkish people, shared a cup of tea with a vendor in the Spice Market, stood in the quiet, awesome beauty of the Blue Mosque watching people pray. On a whim, when I was visiting the Blue Mosque, I responded to a sign in English that read something like this, "If you want to know more about Islam, inquire in the office just ahead." I knocked on the door and the imam, who was on duty opened the door. I asked him if he spoke English, and pointed at the sign. He shook his head, and asked me if I spoke German. When I shook my own head, he took both of my hands in his and held them up in front of him with a sorrowful expression on his face. "