Early every morning, the local muezzin begins his call, asking all those who hear him to pray. I’ve lived here long enough now, that it doesn’t usually wake me up anymore. However, this morning was a little different. The call was markedly louder than usual and the usual muezzin was replaced by someone very talented in his singing/chanting. Today marks the day thousands of sheep will lose their lives as local Muslims commemorate Abraham’s willingness to sacrifice and the end of the hajj to Mecca. Some have fasted the day before, believing that doing so will absolve them from the sins of the past year.
Recently my husband and I went on vacation for a few days in Prague. I know – Prague. But we live overseas so we can find super cheap flights.
Anyway, while there, my wonderful husband treated me to a beautiful concert at St. Nicholas Church – a church made famous because Mozart played there. Amazing.
Recently I visited an ancient mosque.
It’s something I do as often as I can. I like to pray on mosques. Weird, I know, but there’s something about calling out the name of Jesus in the middle of a place that denies his deity that makes my heart sing. Some of my best conversations about Jesus have been in a mosque.
This particular day was a little different.
Because this mosque is part of an ancient section of the city and visited by thousands of tourists each year, they have what I like to call the “Evangelism Section” near the door. It’s manned by two very lovely ladies who were quick to give me and my visiting friends loads of pamphlets in Arabic and English on women in Islam and the five pillars of Islam. We were happy to oblige and give her some of our own materials. Quid pro quo, right?
And then she asked me if we wanted to watch a five minute video about Islam.
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