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September 4, 2013

Your Church and Mine

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Written by: Nydia O
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Interior Dome of the Blue Mosque

 

 

Inside the Blue Mosque

 

You go to your church, and I’ll go to mine,

But let’s walk along together;

Our Father has built them side by side,

So let’s walk along together.

The road is rough and the way is long,

But we’ll help each other over;

You go to your church and I’ll go to mine,

But let’s walk along together.

 

Our heavenly Father is the same,

So let’s walk along together.

The chimes of your church ring loud and clear,

They chime with the chimes of my church;

You go to your church, and I’ll go to mine,

But let’s walk along together.

 

You go to your church, and I’ll go to mine,

But let’s walk along together;

Our heavenly Father loves us all,

So let’s walk along together.

The Lord will be at my church today,

But He’ll be at your church also;

You go to your church, and I’ll go to mine,

But let’s walk along together.

 

Phillips H. Lord

 

I recently had the opportunity to visit the beautiful city of Istanbul, or the ancient Constantinople. It was a dream of mine to visit the Hagia Sophia and the Blue Mosque, not only because of their historical and architectural value, but because of the religious importance of those two impressive temples.

My first stop was the Blue Mosque, and the feature photo I posted for this poem was taken by my husband Lupe Gonzales on April of 2013 during our trip. Once there, we formed a line that moved quite fast and efficiently. Before entering, we removed our shoes, and placed them in plastic bags we were handed by  the greeters. Women have to cover their head, something I was prepared for, but for those who were not, a scarf was provided before entering the mosque.

Amidst the chaos of hundreds of visitors, I was able to find a quiet spot to gaze at the mega high ceilings sustained by heavy walls plastered with blue tiles. The mosque has no benches or chairs, just a  red patterned wall to wall carpet. In fact a mosque, in its most basic form, is simply a clean area designated for prayers. One reason I decided to include the poem above was because while I was inside the Blue Mosque, I felt the very strong presence of God. There was something very peaceful about this building that can only be God. The poem says “The Lord will be at my church today, but He’ll be at your church also,” very true indeed for Muslims believe in the One, Unique, Incomparable, Merciful God, the sole creator, Sustainer and Cherisher of the Universe as it is written on a free pamphlet I picked up during my visit. The prophets of Islam include ones such as Abraham, Moses, Solomon, and Jesus. “Peace be Upon them All” is written after their names on the pamphlet.

One of the things that touched me the most was finding out that Muslims prefer to use the Arabic name for God, “Allah,” because it has no plural, feminine or diminutive that could be associated with idolatry such as god, goddesses or semi-gods. This resonated in me because the Spanish word “Dios” (God) as “Diosito” (little God) is used by many devout Christians in Mexico, and because gods and goddesses abound in Mexico’s prehispanic cultures.

To Muslims, all prophets were human beings like us who, as chosen examples for their people, committed no grave sin. Muslims accept Jesus as a prophet, believe in his virgin birth and respect him very much. I was astounded to find out that His name is mentioned in the Qur’an almost a hundred times. There was great peace inside of me as I left the mosque with teary eyes and a calm spirit. This lover of Jesus Christ walked along Muslims and visited their beautiful mosque only to be reminded that God loves us all.

 

Inside the Blue Mosque

 

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About the Author

Nydia O
A bird does not sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.-Maya Angelou. La Vida Valle is where I write about "la vida" my life in the Rio Grande Valley. From this bi-cultural corner on the tip of Texas, I share my poems and spiritual and travel experiences. I also blog about the arts, nature and my passion for historic preservation and architecture. But most importantly, let's talk about "la vida" - living our lives - in a vacation state of mind. Contributions and comments are always welcome .




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