Recently the mosque put on a “Celebration of Muslim Cultures” event which we attended. It was held in the mosque gym. Outside a Muslim man sold slaughtered chickens and farm eggs and hijab clad little girls ran about chattering happily. When we got inside we signed the guest book and were given a glossy brochure about Discovering Islam. The sheikh greeted us. The gym was set up with many tables displaying ethnic foods and artifacts and the men and women wore their cultural clothes. Suddenly my friend Amina came up to me. She, like Zari, was brave to come up to me when other Muslims were watching us closely. She hugged me and introduced me to many ladies. I moved from table to table which were mostly being overseen by university students. Their parents hung around the tables. It was clearly meant to be an intergenerational event. A convert lady to Islam introduced herself. I asked her to share her journey with me which she did. “I was brought up in church but no one showed me how to pray or worship. When I came to the mosque it all fell in place. I got my first sense of God-consciousness at the prayer time.” I didn’t want to get into a debate but rather listen and try to understand her journey. Then she said, “I can see you have a God-consciousness.” I don’t think that will be our last conversation. It was an awesome time being in the midst of those beautiful people appreciating their cultural diversity. I marvel what happens when I visit them on their turf. The Holy Spirit pours an overflowing fountain of love into me and it splashes over. Jesus, through me, is making a visit and it is exciting to follow Him around.
Dear heavenly Father, I know that Jesus will visit anywhere. Take me with You. Amen. 
