Perhaps you’ve heard about God performing a miracle in the Muslim world, or bringing dreams to an entire community. Today’s story is just such an example–from a Muslim community right in the United States.
This month, we’re giving you snapshots of Studio. It’s a dynamic internship program designed to equip long-term workers for the Muslim world. read more
Today, for the first time in my life, I stepped inside a Hindu temple.
The first thing I noticed was the air. Thick and heavy, like a weight on your chest. I don’t know for sure whether it was spiritual oppression, the power of suggestion, or simply the smell of incense that made it difficult to breathe. The temple sprawled out like a museum display, with little deities grinning out of marble boxes like painted dolls. Waxen candles glittered from dark corners of the room. Fervent worshippers, their eyes closed in prayer, muttered and moaned in unfamiliar tongues. Somewhere behind me, a bell clanged. I jumped and turned, tearing my gaze away from the smiles of statues in glittering gold.