It’s a beautiful day. The seas are calm, and the M.S. Veendam is slicing through the Southern Sea like a large, metallic swordfish on steroids. I am sitting in the ship’s library typing on my laptop while at the table beside me a table full of women chatter away in a language I can’t understand. The table is covered with craft supplies because they are making prayer beads. Apparently, they are progressive Muslims from eastern Canada. (That’s what I overheard.) Right now they are having a conversation with an elderly Catholic woman from Australia about how their muslim prayer beads compare to the rosary. She is asking them a lot of questions, and I almost wonder if the conversation is getting a little heated. Perhaps not. They are just trying to understand each other, I guess. Wow! The Catholic lady just asked them if they pray to Mary. What a question! But at least she has the guts to ask. I wouldn’t. I’d be more likely to listen silently to every word and type their conversation like a spy - kind of like I’m doing at this very moment :-) Now one of the younger Muslim women is telling the Catholic lady that all prayer beads serve the same purpose. I guess in a way, I agree. We are all trying to talk to the Creator.
I guess the real question is, is He trying to talk to us. If so, I have a feeling he wouldn’t bother with beads. I think he’d just come himself.
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