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My husband and I were walking through the parking lot on our way to our friend's law school graduation when we saw a group of 4 or 5 men praying next to their car on mats. There was an elderly gentleman who was sitting on a stool because kneeling was probably too difficult. They were not trying to be conspicuous, nor were they trying to not be seen. They were just being true to what they knew and what they believed. For them, that meant participating in their daily prayer rituals. Just seeing this act made me so incredibly happy inside! 

A week prior to this experience, my husband and I had the privileged to have dinner at the home of a dear friend and her husband from my college days.  In their home, my friend's husband said a sweet prayer before we ate, and again, my heart was lifted in joy. Technically, the men praying in the parking lot and my friend from college and I, attend "different" churches. But I don't think that matters. 

What matters to me is that in these two examples, the people involved were confident in their convictions and acted in accordance to what they believe. I believe that if we can all live our religion, no matter what that may be or lack thereof, we will all form stronger communities and nations. We must love our neighbors and respect everyone for their beliefs, no matter the differences. Respect is the essence of love and I believe love can bridge all gaps. 

So please be true to what you believe. Stay strong. And love your neighbor wholeheartedly. 



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