As a diverse organization, the Greater Kansas City Interfaith Council knows our community is experiencing a wide range of emotions in response to the heinous attacks on Israel and the assaults on Gaza that have followed. The Greater Kansas City Interfaith Council grieves the loss of life in Israel and Palestine, we each pray in
The Greater Kansas City Interfaith Council is inviting the public to view and discuss the film “Mission: Joy,” a documentary featuring His Holiness the Dalai Lama and Archbishop Desmond Tutu sharing wisdom of how to live with joy in troubled times. The film and discussion are part of the Council’s observance of World Interfaith Harmony
The Greater Kansas City Interfaith Council is honoring an individual and an organization that have made major contributions to Kansas City’s interfaith community.
The uniqueness of the Table of Faiths event is its capacity to be both informational and relational.
Each of us needs to eliminate our own prejudices and work to ensure that persecution never happens again to anyone or any group.
Is it possible to have an open and civil discussion over a potentially divisive issue? Mary Gibson McCoy found it possible at the Greater Kansas City Interfaith Council.
For 15 years beginning in 1986, my husband, Fujio (Koji) Nakao, and I served together in Sukyo Mahikari Centers in Cincinnati, Chicago, Detroit, Honolulu, and Orange County, California. In 2002, when Koji was assigned to a large center in Singapore, we decided I should stay in the U.S. to be closer to my senior
In the fall of 2005, the Greater Kansas City Interfaith Council first thought of having a Table of Faiths celebration. It originally planned a small luncheon somewhere in the center of the city to which we would invite church leaders from the metro area and maybe they would bring some of their members. We thought
Today is Eid al-Fitr, the end of Ramadan, the month of fasting, prayer and charity for Muslims. Greet your Muslim friends with a joyous “Eid Mubarak!” meaning “Happy Eid and Blessed Celebrations!”
As I think of this article about Ramadan, my first thoughts are not positive ones because it brings memories of discrimination that I faced as a child while growing up. It was Ramadan 1972 in Willingboro, New Jersey. I was in the sixth grade, something happened that altered how I thought of myself. My cousins
