Published: May 15th 2012May 15th 2012
They are called minarets... In a different era there would have men on their balconies - singing the prayers - today they have speakers attached with a man in the bottom - singing the prayers. They are a constant reminder that this place is steeped in faith. It is not the occasional bells of a church - but a visual and auditory reminder that I am in fact "not in Kansas anymore". Not to say of course that people in Kansas are godless - only that they are in possession of "god light" - think Miller (or Bud)
. Here - everyone wears their faith, it is open and evident and something that I am always lacking. It is hard to understand such complete surrender - this modern field of Atheism does not seem to exist here. I had a serious talk with my friend Louis (Luis) who is a monk. He has this uncanny grasp of faith and life - and yet he is so young. He said that some say dedication to god is a vocation - but it's not true - you can choose to do it or not, like all
things. But maybe he has never been without the voice of god in his heart? I wish I knew. He shared so much with me tonight - I hope at some point I can return the favor.