Mira and I were riding back with Maggie's Mom from Western PA on Sunday when we drove by a church that read on a large marquis "Jesus is Here!" I couldn't believe it. I just started laughing. It is not out of disrespect or anything, but it seems as though having "Jesus is Here" in large red marquis letters flashing off and on is a bit much for me -- or anyone for that matter.
I know I am not used to seeing these types of signs in the US at all but especially in SW PA it seemed really out of place to me.
It seemed to me that Jesus was some kind of stand-up comic performing through the weekend.
For myself, to be reminded of God does not mean a large sign in flashing red marquis letters, or a church in the shape of a lighthouse just a few miles away from the red marquis church, but instead means hearing the beautiful adhan 5 times a day, at dawn, at noon, at mid-afternoon, at sunset, then at night. The beauty of Islam is not what I see with my eyes but what I feel in my own heart.
Perhaps seeing that sign along the highway reminded even more me how much I miss hearing the adhan and how much I miss Cairo.