Pray for us sinners

The phone rang last night. It was Iran calling. Hamid's parents have returned home from Mecca and relayed a story so sweetly profound and full of love I couldn't help but adore them all the more.

As it turns out, there was a whole lot more than praying going on in the Middle East's holiest city this past week. Hdmis's mother bought a little set of baby boy clothes and then went early in the morning to the Kabbah to bless the tiny outfit with a gentle rub against the ancient stones.

I find myself overwhelmed by this gesture of devotion for a child who has yet to amount to even a single divided cell.

Amazing.