It was quite something, all of those beautiful, colorful prayer rugs strewn about the floor in the east transept of the National Cathedral recently. They looked as if they belonged there, picking up the dazzling hues from the sun streaming through the stained glass windows. The sounds, too, were lovely, especially the haunting invocation — Allaaahhhh — echoing between the massive stone columns from the imam who conducted the first Muslim worship service (Jumuah) at the National Cathedral.
It was stunning to see the several hundred or so Muslims who attended, shoeless, on their knees, bent over, bowing at the Friday call to prayer. It all just seemed so right, this welcoming from what is, after all, our National Cathedral. People praying for peace. What could be better than that?
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