A few years ago I was studying at Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary outside of Boston, MA. I was enrolled in a course on Islam. One of the course requirements was to talk to a Muslim about Jesus and then write a reflection paper.
I decided to call around to a few mosques and ask if I could come by for a visit.
I was fortunate. A Mosque in Cambridge gave me the okay to stop by anytime. One morning I decided that was the morning and I drove myself over praying gibberish to the Lord and hoping that things would just be okay as I entered a Muslim Mosque on my own.
I arrived shortly before noon and was surprised to see the parking lot full of cars, most of which were taxis. What on earth could all of these taxi driver’s be doing here in the middle of the day? I approached the front door of the Mosque and was greeted by the Imam (the leader of the Mosque, believed to be gifted with the ritual of prayer as one of the five pillars of faith in Islam). Then I realized the reason behind the taxis. Noontime was one of the daily calls to prayer. The taxi drivers were there to pray.