My people? Who are they?
I went into the church where the congregation
Worshiped my God. Were they my people?
I felt no kinship to them as they knelt there.
My people! Where are they?
I went into the land where I was born,
Where men spoke my language...
I was a stranger there.
"My people," my soul cried. "Who are my people?"

Last night in the rain I met an old man
Who spoke a language I do not speak,
Which marked him as one who does not know my God.
With apologetic smile he offered me
The shelter of his patched umbrella.
I met his eyes... And then I knew...
 

This very early morning I received the above daily quote from Vicky.com and I was prompted to forward this same quote to my sons James and Rico with the brief message "There is no God before humanity."

Later this same morning, as I came back from my daily walk, I casually watched and listened to the latest Osama Bin Laden's tape on TV and I heard this man and his friends praise Allah over and over again for the planned horror of September 11.

And again I thought "There is no God before humanity."

References

Vicky.com - "Quote For The Day" December 13, 2001 http://www.vicky.com

Complete transcript of the video tape