“I have to start by apologizing. I’ve been at the church for five years, and this is the first time I’ve come to introduce myself.”
“Well, it has been five years and I have not come to introduce myself to you, either. So… now we are both guilty, and that is over.”
Beautiful, permission-giving words from a beautiful man who I am now proud to call my friend, Imam Ismet Akcin, of the Islamic Center of Rochester, New York.
I’m not a very political person. And I’m not one to act quickly. There are enough people doing that to have it covered, and I have no need to be one more. But, earlier that morning as I prayed, I felt the weight of fear and anger of the world right now. It was heavy and surrounding. The message was clear. “It’s time. Go see the Imam. Ask what you can do. Show that you care. Build love.” [Read more…]