I Think We Could Learn Something...

Every morning and every evening and several times in between, while we were at the compound, we would hear a call to prayer.
The Imam would chant or warble over his loud speaker

and the sound would move over the dirt packed, trash strewn streets.

It would travel over huts where women bent stirring their beans or scrubbing their wash. Over the heads of men sitting by the door of their hut, with apparently not a care in the world, other than watching their women work.

Past men waiting on their pikis for their next ridee.

The sound was barely noticed by children intent on their game of soccer.

But it reached us, all the way over all those heads and hearts and we heard it over our walls in our own comfortable spaces...

The sound came from the mosque. The Muslim mosque.
And devout followers everywhere, dropped what they were doing and rolled out their little mats and bowed and offered prayers. Every day, not once but five times.
They slip out of the shops and spread their mat in the street.
They kneel in the market. In the fields.
Where ever they are, they kneel.

For whom? For what?
Because they actually believe?
Because they are dedicated?
And I wondered how many of us would do that?
I wondered if I would?

And it makes me wonder
what would happen to this world if Christians would be that dedicated?
And it makes me wonder
is it any wonder that Islam is the fastest growing religion?

Jesus, how do You want to impact my heart with this realization?