I stepped into the chapel for a word of prayer and insightful reflection. Directly in front of me stood a podium that held a large book. I walked to the altar to make sure it was the Holy Bible. I walked back to sit in the back row and glanced to the right. A menorah was draped on the wall. The bookshelves under it were lined with Holy Bibles and books marked with Hebrew lettering. I peered behind me over my other shoulder and a cross in a frame hung on a partition. Videos about Jesus Christ were available for viewing. The far left wall was lined with a large rug. A man was there praying. Photographs of different mosques from around the world adorned this wall. Another shelf was labeled, "prayer clothing" and "prayer rugs". On top were Holy Qur'ans. After he finished praying he sat and read from the Qur'an. After I finished praying I sat and read the chapter of the Bible that was open on the podium using a borrowed bible from the chapel.
Peace overwhelmed me as I sat there. I became emotional in my conversation with God and in my reckoning with the Word. When I completed the short chapter I looked the chapel over entirely. On the sign in sheet I wrote a thank you note and left my name and city of residence. As I was writing, my Muslim brother exited the chapel and said, "God bless you" as he left. Religion was not a question nor an issue. We were both in the same place and honored that there is one God.
My gratitude to the Washington Dulles airport for providing a place of worship and peace. There is unity in diversity. Ubuntu!
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