if you are following my other blog this will be a repeat, but I wanted to put it here as well since it is a continuation of my travels. I was in London’s Heath-Row airport for only four hours, but one of the things I did was to find the “interfaith chapel” so that I could pray. I am a constant prayer. I believe that I am always in prayer of one kind or another in an ongoing conversation with God and in my own consideration of the grace in creation. Most of the time it is just a moment of focused thought or a whispered word of gratitude for the moments and opportunities placed before me, but I find myself praying more formally these days (perhaps it is the morning prayers we had at Bossey, my heightened appreciation for the devotion of Islam or maybe just my orthodox friends rubbing off on me)and I felt compelled to go to the chapel. I happened to enter the chapel just as the second of the five prescribed Muslim prayer times began. I sat down and prayed my prayer as the four Muslim men went through their own ritual of prayer. It felt natural and it made me wonder why we seem to make it so difficult that we need conferences to learn about each other and to learn to get along. We were all praying (and in this case we were all praying to the same God). They didn’t seem to mind that I was there and I actually appreciated that they were there(it somehow made the room feel more sacred and it legitimized the room as a room for prayer). The room has no adornments, but there is a cabinet which holds mats for praying and it looked like there were other things like Bibles and crosses in there too. I noticed the sign outside advertising “Anglican ecumenical services” open to all Christians several times a week and I wondered what it would be like to conduct services there in that little room for weary travelers seeking some spiritual sustenance as they continue on their journeys. I wonder who attends and I wonder what they are really looking for. It made me think of my own position and to ask whether what I do in my church is any different. I seek through God to offer something for the journey. I see the weariness of life and I feel compelled to offer service in the name of a God that I feel has served me and continues to serve me. I see the joy of life and I am compelled to offer praise and to share that joy so that it can spread. I see seekers thirsting for knowledge and I look for ways in which we can discover that knowledge together. I see God in people and I seek to know their story. I see that interfaith chapel at the world’s busiest airport as a microcosm for “parish of the world” as John Wesley would put it. We have so much to learn, and yet sometimes it can be as simple as sitting in a room together as we each pray our prayers and acknowledge the God who made us.