The Guest Speaker???

At a little after 4a.m. this morning my kids were up screaming and I was sitting straight up in my bed. We live in a building with a mosque on the first floor. So hearing the call to prayer is nothing new to us....but this morning evidently the normal Imam was taking a breather. This new guy came through the speakers at full force. I heard several people from the other apartments moving around too.
Then minutes after the yelling ended, a crazy new sound kept us awake.....a rooster. Yes, a rooster in the middle of downtown!! My son sleepily asked me if we were on the farm??? Craziness! We finally were able to return to sleep at nearly 6 a.m.

Hello again....

We have been very busy the last few weeks with lots of guests and other things. I have slacked a little in my blogging.


I have been reading a lot these days and I just finished an excellent book. It is called
A Martyr's Grace. By Marvin J. Newell. It was a challenging book, but also a great faith building tool for me. I wanted to share one of the quotes from a recent martyr. It was a journal entry, a prayer written down, by Bonnie Witherall shortly before she was killed in Lebanon.

"Lord, here we are in the Middle East. How many people will die in this city of Sidon today without knowing You? How can I worry about my life or Gary's life when tens of thousands of people may die and face eternal damnation today? Lord, my life is already hidden with You. I know You. I have the truth. There is nothing they can take from me!'

That is powerful isn't it??? I can not explain how much her words helped me. I sat with tears in my eyes out of conviction and from an amazing peace and love that only God can give.
An interesting thing is I had already heard her story before I read this book. I have met Gary, her husband in Atlanta. He has forgiven her killers and still continues to serve the Lord. Bonnie was a nurse at a pre-natal clinic in Lebanon. The clinic was very well known to be a Christian Clinic. She was killed there at her place of service. She was killed by someone who didn't know the love of Christ.
I thank God for people like her, people who love God and gave everything to see God glorified in places where the people can not even see their own need.

Easy North African Pancakes.

Several people had told me they tried some of the recipes I put on here before, so I thought I would share another.
My kids LOVE this stuff. This is an everyday food for people over here. It is usually eaten in the morning or at night as a snack.


Pancakes (or flat bread made in a pan) -These can be served with jam, syrup, or with cream cheese. Also folded with meat and cheese.

The following recipe makes 3 large pancakes. Multiply the recipe by the number of people you wish to serve.

Mix in a bowl:
1cup flour (wheat flour works great too)
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/8 teaspoon baking powder
1/3 cup warm water

Turn out onto floured table and knead until the dough is elastic. (you may need to add a few drops of water.) With well oiled hands form the dough into ping-pong ball sized balls. On a well oil surface, with well oiled fingers flatten the balls until they are the diameter of your open hand. Fold the dough in 1/3 from top to bottom and then from side to side. You will have little squares. Again flatten the squares with your fingers until they are once again the diameter of your hand. In a pan fry both sides over moderate heat until golden crisp.

They freeze well too.

Part II

If you read my husbands blog you already read about our awesome time last night! Giving out food and ministering from the Word of God. It was truly a great time. Everybody knows every reporter reports differently so here's my take on yesterday's ministry outreach:
First we counted up the money and went to the market. My co-worker and I were excited as we walked there, planning out what would be the best to buy with the little money we had. We were both trilled to be given the opportunity to minister in this way.
We returned with potatoes, milk, canned tuna, soap, noodles, beans, tea, and a few other things. We then divided up what we had into bags of equal portions. As soon as we walked out the door we saw Evelyn. A tall Nigerian women dressed in a purple djellaba, and a white head covering. Her friend was with her. She was similarly dressed, with her baby named Jackson strapped to her back. We talked with them for a few minutes. She shared with us the bad way she is treated here by the North Africans, and told us she was not a Muslim, but she had to dress that way to receive hand outs. They are in a difficult situation I understand, but I will admit she did hold a little bit of an expectant type attitude. We explained we wanted to give them food in the name of Jesus. We told them we simply wanted to share His love. We also explained we would do the same regardless if they were Muslim or Christian. As we handed them the food we received many strange looks from the people walking by and those working in stores near us. It was awesome to be showing others in a discreet way our good works, so they may in turn see Our Father.
Then we loaded all of us into the car and went to find Emy. Also a Nigerian. My husband had met him awhile back and had shared with him our churches desire to help. We found him and he directed us to his house. Or actually more accurately put, his room. When we were getting close, my heart was beating faster than normal. It was getting darker, all I could think about was about how the very neighborhood we were in is the one where reportedly many terrorist or would be terrorist live. The neighborhood had been on the national news awhile back for this reason. There was trash everywhere. Stray dogs and cats running everywhere. Horrible smells, etc. I think you get the picture.....really a BAD part of town. When we arrived my husband offered a man working a run down shop a little money to watch our car. We then filed out of our car. People were staring at us....well mainly me.( The white lady with blue eyes holding the hands of two light haired children. I usually stick out more than anybody.) I mean this is not the place tourists go for family picnics....I am sure the people were wondering what in the world we were doing there. At night for that matter. We then followed Emy into a building with a grass mat on the floor of the hallway. Shoes were lined up everywhere. We walked several rooms with only blankets on the floor. All of the rooms rented out for about $70 a month. Again bad odors filled the air. Something chemical, B.O. , and smoke. We all gathered in a room at the end of the hallway. Four or five guys live there. There were only blankets for beds. We sat on their blankets. The had a tiny TV and a small shelf with a Bible on it.
We sat with them for awhile. My husband shared the Bible with them and we prayed with them.We began with only a few and then others came in, one went to get his own Bible from his room. He then returned with a used looking Bible. Suffain shared his testimony with them. They were shocked and pleased to meet a North African Christian. I think it was awesome for Suffain as well to meet them and minister to them. I know usually when he shares his testimony he has to deal with negative responses. It was awesome to hear their positive and encouraging remarks when he finished. We had a great time and I am excited to meet many more Africans that we can minister to here. We are looking forward to next Saturday, when we plan to meet with them again. It was really a great day yesterday, I praise God for the opportunity!!!!

Awesome Day Yesterday!! Part I

I had a great day of ministry yesterday. It is awesome how God knows just what you need to stay encouraged!! After many days feeling a little sick and just hanging out in the house with not much to do, I was bored out of my mind. Also I was anxious to do something productive.
Lately I have been spending a lot of time with some new friends. (I think we get chubbier by second, with the all food they give us!) God is really building some new relationships for us to share the Good News with. Suffain's family was pretty hard on him this past week, perhaps the two hardest on him were the husband and mother of my new friend. Yet anytime someone is discussing anything about what we believe I have noticed her straining to hear every word. Last night I asked her a question and she had to apologize for not hearing me....even though she was sitting right next to me. She had been listening to my husband and Suffain talk. I really think she is curious about why in the world would Suffain endure what he has from his family. Everybody loves him and respects him.....'why isn't Islam good enough for him.' He has been and continues to be a great testimony to them!
I thank God for more doors opening all the time. I know we have our responsibility and we have to leave it up to God to work in the hearts of those we speak to. He is working.

"Lady Ramblings"! Finally hearing from some ladies!!

I have been excited this week because the Lord is really working here in what we are doing. I was a little down last week struggling with what exactly God was doing with me. I mean it is obvious He is working here. We have many people attending our Bible studies, and lots of e-mail contacts, but nearly everyone of them is male. So I guess to put it simply I was asking God to move somehow in the lives of the women we know.
Praise God, He is always faithful. At the end of last week my new friend came over to see me. She is Suffain's cousin. She brought her son with her. Our children played and we had a great chance to talk. Her Arabic is a little more difficult to understand for me right now because she has grown up in the south and I have learned from mostly northern people. None the less we had a great talk. I was able to witness some to her and she actually asked me some questions. The crazy thing is that she is the first Muslim lady I have ever talked to that has not put up one argument about Islam. She never offered even one word. She is not a quiet person either. She listened and then asked a few questions. Often my conversations are interrupted by the statement, "Well, in our religion....." But she said nothing. I know my Arabic is limited, but I praise God that this conversation opened up the door for Suffain to talk to her even more than before. He told us on Sunday she wants to come to our Bible Study, maybe even next week. Now, I have to say her husband is very Muslim at this point he is very friendly to us and we are praying for him. Should my friend continue her interest in the Jesus Christ this could be a major stumbling block at any moment. Right now I believe God is working in her heart. If you could remember to pray for her. Her name is Nejlat.
I often struggle with lack of faith. Learning to wait on God is difficult, but I believe He is giving us a little picture of the future. We had a lady visitor at the Bible Study last week and we have received a few e-mails from a few other brave women. For a lady to think about changing something so huge as her religion on her own is very serious risk in the eyes of her family. I am thankful for those who are ready and willing to search out the truth. Please continue to pray for these ladies.

"Do not Distrub."

I have learned this week a huge difference in our American culture and the culture here. I have been sick this week and I stayed home most of the week. I quickly learned I would be "well taken care of". Here when a friend is sick it is customary to go to them. Not to just call them. That is considered by some people to be rude. It is important to visit with, sit with, cook for them, etc. Of course to me this is quite uncomfortable.
So, there I am on the couch not feeling good, in my pjs, my hair a mess, no makeup, and visiting with my friends. Everyone takes the responsibility of caring for their sick friend very seriously. Now, I will say it is very normal for women here to wear pjs all day long. They come home and quickly change and then change again if they go back out. So it is really normal from them to see their friends in the pjs. I feel very uncomfortable with this however. I like to be somewhat prepared when I am going to have visitors. I am used to the unexpected drop ins, but at least when I am feeling good, my house is clean, and I look half way decent.
So I have learned two things from this past week; one being that I will not have very much privacy when I am sick if I admit to being sick. I thought by telling my friends I was ill I would be avoiding visits. Wrong!
Secondly I learned that in the future if I want to be a true friend I need to always give kind gesture to my friends. Even if that means just sitting with them watching t.v. Here no one wants to be alone if they a sick.
I am grateful even in my discomfort, that I know people who want to care for me and show their friendship to me. I think I will be forever learning all the cultural differences that exist here. I am trying to understand and adjust the best I can.

Bad Attitude=No Posting!!

Okay, so I always try to be extremely honest when I post anything right?? So, that's why I haven't written anything for a few days. The good news is God is faithful to always help if you allow Him to. After a few days of feeling sorry for myself and moping a little, God is really doing a work in my heart. I know the bases of my problem stems from my lack of FAITH. It is so hard for me to see the future full of Christians in our work here in the country. I get in the attitude sometimes that we are wasting our time. I KNOW this is not true, but in weak moments it so easy to think this way. I think of what an awesome man my husband is, how God created him with such a zeal and so many talents. It is hard not to think of him working in a different place with many many converts. (the grass is always greener on the other side....) I know he struggles the same way at times. I hear of our friends ministries and often, though I am ashamed to say it, my delight in what the Lord is doing in their work is a bit tainted by envy. I know very well there is great sin in these thoughts of mine. I know it is not God causing these thoughts. These are struggles that the devil loves for me to have . I can't praise the Lord when my heart is filled with discontentment.

I have been very ungrateful in these last few days. I don't write any of this for anyone to feel sorry for me, I really don't want anyone reading to think I want to spread negativity. I only mean to share everything of my life here serving God. I want to be transparent. I do wish we had some women here to meet with in Bible studies and women to have Christian fellowship with, ladies meetings, etc. I have in these past few days not really been defeated by the lack of this, but by the lack of faith that God will work. It has been my negative thoughts that have kept me in a bad attitude. I am not very good at waiting. I know God is working. Tomorrow I am going to go to a new friends house for the first time. She is married and has one son. She is related to Suffian. We are praying hard that the Lord will open her heart. She has expressed some interest in learning about Jesus. I know God has a purpose for my life. I know I am very fortunate to be in His will. I am praying for faith like I have not had before.

Time in the Kitchen.

I just wrote this entry, pushed publish, and.....it all erased because our internet is acting crazy! So here goes again.
This past week I have really done at lot of cooking. I enjoy to invent and try new things. So usually I like to cook, but this week was a little different. I had to make traditional food for the national people here. To me it was really intimidating. Here the food is a HUGE part of their culture. For example often when we are invited to someone's home we are served serveral different salads and side items and often two main course meals. Obviously too much food!!! Here that is their way to show off and a way of making the guests feel special.
We had invited some of Suffian's family over for dinner. I knew I needed to make a elaborate spread....but...I wasn't really sure where to begin. So I called my friend. I have known her now for over a year and we have a very close friendship. She came over and gave me some recipies. I was very grateful but still a little nervous.
Praise God my friend amazingly stopped by exactly the time I was begining in the kitchen. I opened the door and she smiled and said, "Are you ready to get started???". I was sooo relieved! As we cooked we talked about everything. Everything from the importance of having faith to our Presidential canidates. We are close friends and I thank God for her always being such a help to me. There is just one thing.......though we have simliar personalities, we like the same things, we can both be loyal friends, our differences are very deep. We are friends only on the surface. It creates such a burden in my heart. Though we talked many times about Jesus Christ and the wonderful grace He gives, she has yet to accept Him as her Savior. She doesn't understand everything yet. Tradition and pride are very difficult to over come. I am praying God will work through our friendship. I pray that God will cause me never to go blind to her spiritual need, a need I know she knows she has.

My "Liberal" Friends.

I just had a long talk with two of my friends. I have known these two sisters for about six months now. When the students were here last summer they began the friendship with them, and now we still get together a few times a week. First I will describe what these two "liberal" (in their own words) girls look like. Not too uncommonly for early twenties, they do not wear head coverings. In addition to this they almost always leave their very long hair flowing. They wear whatever they wish. Sometimes very reveiling clothes. In the summer it is not a big deal to them to go to some areas in the country and wear a bikini to the beach. (not in their home city though.) They also believe they want to marry for "love". They say it is no big deal to them if their husband is a Muslim or not. - In Islam a woman is only permitted to marry a Muslim man. They are pleased to see this country opening up to the Western way of thinking. They are very educated girls. The youngest is even starting her own business where she will have a man working for her. These two also are in favor of freedom of religion in their country. They believe people should be able to believe whatever they want. They feel really burnt by the idea that how spiritual you are is based on whether you cover your head or not. They both said they beileve God is really going to judge people based on their heart. HMMM??? I think so too! For the next few minutes I shared how I completely agreed with them about God looking at the heart. I shared my testimony and we talked a lot about what the Bible says about sin and the forgivness of sin. I am praying that God will work in their already open minds. I thank God for the two girls here this summer who began such a good relationship with them. Their testimonies have not been forgoten by these two girls here. One of them told me their father asks about the "two American girls" all the time. I think God is working in their hearts. They came to a few Bible Studies awhile back. Please be in prayer for them.

FIRE!!!!!

Two sad but interesting events have taken place in the last week. There have been two significant fires here in the city where we live. The first was serveral blocks away and was caused by old electrical wires. The fire burned up clothing stores and a lot of people lost a lot of money. There were huge clouds of black smoke rising into to he sky for over an hour. It was a little scary as I saw many rescue squads and fire trucks racing towards the smoke. (Also I bet you can guess some of those scary thoughts that passed through my mind.)
The second fire just happened yesterday and it was a little too close to home. It was in the building right next to us. In a residential area. I was in my kitchen cooking when I saw smoke rising from the apartment next to ours. We watched as people ran from all around to see what was happening. After a few moments my kids also wanted to see what we were looking at. We opened the window to see if we could judge the severity of the situation. After just a few moments we heard horrible screaming. We quickly shut the windows because it was not a "G" "rated event any longer. I don't think the screams were coming from and injured person, but it is possible. It is possible people were unable to get out by themselves or maybe they were just screaming for their losses. Whatever the case it was awful. My children were scared, but we took the opportunity to teach them to pray for people in need. We asked God to please use this situation to somehow bring those affected to come to know Him. We have a close friend from Pakistan that after being in a horrible plane crash through a series of crazy events he came to trust Christ. God can do anything, we believe that! I just thought I would share about these fires because it was a little out of the ordinary. At least I hope.-Just a side note, the spell check on blogger is not working right now and spelling has always been my worse subject...so forgive me.=)

Thanksgiving Sunday

Today was a great day. It is awsome to see all God is doing! You can read about today also on my husband's blog, so I will just add some details. Today was our first day of Sunday School. I decided the best place to begin was the begining. There were three Arabic speaking children and also my kids. I taught in both Arabic and English. I had to translate everything. I wanted to be sure everyone understood. Praise the Lord it was an easy lesson to translate. We memorized Gen. 1:1 in both Arabic and English. I was excited to see my son saying the verse in Arabic. It was a language lesson and a Bible lesson for everyone. The parents of the other children are aslo Believers and they wanted their children to be able to attend Sun. School. Praise the Lord we have the opportunity to provide this for them.

Also one of the big events of today was the food. We had two tables full of food and drinks. After almost two hours of fellowshiping every last crumb was eaten.....I am not joking I saw one of the young boys holding the serving bowl of chips over his head to ensure every last tid-bit fell into his motuh! It was great to prepare and serve the food.

I can honestly say I am very thankful to the church we have been attending for the last year they have been such a huge help to us with the culture and the language. I am also very thankful the Lord is having us step out now on our own. I do have to admit, just so everyone gets the whole idea...For over a week I have been very nervous, I guess it is better to say scared. Not about whether or not everything would go well or not. But about how loud the singing would be, (we could be heard on the street below.)about whether or not one of our unexpected visitors would knock on the door.(two people came yesterday during our ministry day.) I was worried someone who lives in the apartment might have read the article last week (an article about the danger of foreigners bringing their religion to this country.) and decided they needed to report us. So many little negative thoughts were racing through my mind. I asked God to clear my mind and cause me to focus on Him and on all that He wants done here. Praise the Lord everything went well. God gave us protection and He blessed us all greatly. I Praise God for allowing me to serve Him. It is wonderful to thank the Lord for all He is to us and for all He has done for us.

Out Numbered.

Yesterday one of my friends invited me to go with her to her work for their monthly Lucheon. I was a little nervous. She assured me everyone was interested in meeting me. I asked if I could bring my daughter because as long as she is there I always have a distraction. A very beautiful little ice breaker! She told me to bring my daugter and meet her at noon. So we got all dressed up in our dejellbas (traditional pretty robes for this counrty.) And waited below our apartment for my friend. When we first arrived I was a little surprised by how plain the office was. My freind works at the deligation of education here for the city. We went into the banquet room where there were a few women cooking couscous on single standing gas burners. We walked around and I met everyone. My little girl was a big hit. She starting screaming, "Mommy look couscous." as soon as she saw the plates. You would have thought it was candy or something. All the ladies were so pleased by her excitment. I felt relieved. We ate and had a good time of conversation. I only had a few minutes of akwardness when the majority of the women went to pray. I heard one of them say, "She doesn't pray." She was talking about me. In this culture that is a way of describing someone to be unspiritual. My friend looked at me to see if I had heard or if I understood. I know she knows all about what I believe. I gave her a look and she told the girl in my defense, as if I did not hear the comment, that that was not the case. She explained breifly I pray in a different way. And from there they began on their favorite thing to judge spirituallity by...their clothes. I could handle that conversation. We talked about that for a few minutes and then I changed the conversation to ask where one of the women bought her shirt. WHEWW. It can be a little nerve racking to be so out numbered. But praise the Lord we talked about many things and I believe I made a few new friends today.

In the Hospital:

Would you prefer Extra Modest or Sanitary????





An interesting article I read on the news a few minutes ago made me want to laugh out loud. It was an article about how Muslim Women in the healthcare profession in the UK are breaking health codes by refusing to wear clothing with their forearms exposed. This is a medical concern because it is impossible to be completely clean from you elbows down if you wear long sleeve shirts. So these very spiritual women would chose to potentially spread dangerous germs, rather than have men around them lusting over their forearms. HMMM..... I can't imagen how this idea is one the bases of spirituality for Muslim women. I am asked often if we, as followers of Christ believe it is wrong to show our arms. I always answer that we believe it is very important to be modest, but we do not have strick rules in the Bible about our sleeves. (Nor head coverings for that matter.) I mean there is so much more to loving God than how we dress. I am not sure, but maybe these women in the UK who have such a problem with the rules, maybe they are just trying to see how far they can go. How much they can play the card of freedom of religion. God reminds me more and more that my life as a follower of Jesus is about HIM! Living everyday to try and please Him, not trying to judge and show to others how spiritual I can be. I just thought this was kind of interesting and I wanted to share it. Maybe those of you in the UK who read this have heard about this issue??

"My dear you have the heart of a Muslim!"

Today I went to visit a family we are really close to. They had been asking to spend sometime with the kids. So this morning the kids and I went for a nice walk down the street to visit our friends. When we walked in the door everyone was so welcoming. We talked and shared about what had gone on in each others lives over the past few weeks. We some amazing food and after we were just sitting around talking. Out of no where my friend's brother who is older than her says,"You know everyone missed you guys. You really have the same heart we have." I must have looked a little surprised by his comment, because their mother quickly cleared things up by saying,"Yes my dear you truly do have the heart of a Muslim." Then under her breath with a smile she quietly said,"But you just don't believe yet." Wow, I sat there a little shocked for a minute or two. I did not know exactly what to say. I smiled and corrected her a little and said, "Well, we can say I have the heart of someone who loves and fears God.!" I said that with a huge smile and a small nervous laugh. Before Icould say anything else my friend quickly changed the subject a little to the news. Evidently there is big news in the Muslim world.......It is rumored Brittney Spears will soon be converting to Islam. Wow! They are all hoping Islam will set her straight and she can be a new shinning testimony to us in the Western world. Hmmm????
So today, was an interesting lunch to say the least. The next time we discuss what my heart is like, I pray that I get a chance to explain who has changed my heart and about who calms my heart. The family I was with is not really all that religious they are Muslim out of pride and tradition. My friend herself has told me on numerous occasions that God does not answer her prayers like He does mine. She claims she prays and pray and gets nothing. Those are the exact words form her mouth. But in her pride she has to believe that somehow Islam is the hope of the world.I thank God for the truth of His Word and the miracle of His Grace. Praise God we can have confidence in what we believe!

Pressure....

One thing men never understand about women is how emotional we are...right?? We have all heard this before right?? Well, sorry ladies I don't mean this to make us look bad but, I can not understand why I am so emotional......Maybe somebody out there can relate....
The other day I let my brain have one of those downward spiral type moments. Before I knew it I was all upset. Sure, I can practically explain the whole situation now and assure myself it was not as bad as I originally thought it to be. But, it was an intense few hours....
I wrote all that to share a few things on my heart. Most likely- if you are not a man- you can relate. We go through times in our lives when we are under a lot of pressure. No matter what our country of residence. I know and have faith that it is in these times that God allows us to get closer to Him. It has been a little intense for me here the last few days. I am reminded by the Lord that my life serving Him is an upward journey. Just when I think I can sit down I am given the nudge to get up and keep going. I know He will give me rest when I need it and then we will continue on.


At church here we sing a beautiful song and walking with Jesus,walking with our Sweet Jesus.

Faithful Fridays

Today was once again an eventful morning at the mosque below our new apartment. I stood on the counter again to watch the excitement of the Friday morning prayers. The street is still full as I write this. A particular interesting observation I made as I watched was the amount of Father/son combinations. Young boys learning early to be sure to show their devotion to Allah.
As I watch the young and old alike going the motions I was pained in my heart for the lack of hope these young ones have. I praised God for allowing me to grow up in a nation where we can choose. As believers our responsibility in this world is huge. I thank God for Salvation and the security we have in Christ, and we can believe as we do by choice and not by an hint of force.

The Trip!!

Hey, I just wanted to post a quick little note to let everyone who is interested in coming on the trip this summer know that we are praying for all of you! I pray for the Lord's will in your lives and for the courage to do whatever it is He has for you!
We are already excited about the trip this summer. As are many of our friends here. I can't wait for some of you to see things first hand. Please continue praying. Thank you to everyone for your faithful prayers!!!

New Sounds.

Finally we have the Internet back up and working. We are excited to be here in our new apartment. It has been a lot of work unpacking everything, but slowly we are getting settled in.

-I wanted to thank everyone at home for the supportive and encouraging time we had with all of you. I love you all and I hope and pray that some of you will be visiting this summer!!

A little info about our new home; it is bigger and has many more windows than our last apartment. As a result of that we can almost see the entire city. The view is incredible. The one down side to all this is that because we are up so high, there is nothing in between us and the minaret towers announcing the call to prayer. So, it is sooooo loud. Today the kids and I had an interesting morning listening to the Imam (a Muslim preacher) give his message. The street directly below our kitchen windows was blocked off and huge mats were laid out and the men filled the street to do their Friday prayers.
Our kids were playing with their toys on the floor when the call to prayer started. They are pretty used to hearing it.("that Mohamed guy yelling") But today they noticed it was going on and on. My Son said, "Mommy is somebody calling for help?" I went over to them and picked them up so they could see the street below. I told them what the men were doing. How they were saying the same words over and over again. I explained that they do these things because they want to do good works so they can go to Heaven. Of course after that I explained what we believe. I reminded them about how we pray to God. After answering questions and talking for about twenty minutes our son said, "Hey, I think those people need to call to Jesus for help. Right Mommy???" I know he doesn't understand all the way, but I think that is a pretty good start.
I know I will have a new thought in mind every time I hear the blaring call to prayer from the mosques. I have to admit to me it is kind of a spooky sound, reminding me every few hours that we live in dark place, now when I hear it I will be thinking about how the people responding need someone to call for help for them, because they don't any better.