Currently there is a great deal of press coverage about a Muslim community center being built in New York City near where the twin towers were – now referred to as “ground zero.” I don’t want to get into the dispute on this somewhat delicate subject, but it did cause me to look back over my travels and reminisce about the wide variety of places of worship that I have visited. I hope you will bear with me while I muse over a few of them that stand out in my mind.
Let me start out with the most memorable Christian service I attended. Barb and I had decided to decompress from an “around-the-world” trip by spending a couple of weeks in the Cook Islands. We rented a small beach-side cottage about ten kilometers from the main city of Avarua on the island of Rarotonga. The cottage was a little off the beaten path, and this location prompted us to rent a car. (The local buses operated on their own sweet time schedule…)
As we sat around one Saturday evening watching the sun sink slowly in the west, it dawned upon us that the next day was Easter. We looked up churches and found that Rarotonga had a church about every mile on the route that circled the island. So we chose one that was close to our cottage. The service on that Easter Sunday turned out to be one of the finest we have ever attended. In our effort to maintain a low profile we sat in the back row of the balcony. Not easy. The ushers kept trying to get the two visitors to sit in row one, but we won out.
The view from above was fantastic. All the ladies wore colorful, flowered hats adorned with local blooms. These contrasted with their male seatmates’ attire which consisted of white shirts and dark trousers. The music was totally a cappella, led by a chorus of ladies who sang the verse, followed by the entire congregation responding with the chorus of each song.
Perhaps the most contrasting house of worship which we have visited was the mosque in Brunei. I debated selecting this because the Mohammed Ali Mosque in Cairo, Egypt was by far the more impressive structure. (By the way, it was not named after the boxer – it was the other way around.) The Kiarong Mosque in Brunei was much more traditionally Muslim than the one in Egypt. The weather in Brunei was a standard one hundred four degrees Fahrenheit, but this did not dissuade our guide from dressing Barb in an abaya (the traditional long black robe) and, of course, the head covering to go with it. Our shoes and socks were left at the door, and we were only allowed into certain areas of the Mosque. The most obvious variation for us was the lack of seats or benches. A few worshipers were in attendance, and we watched as they proceeded through the ritual of prayer. It required a degree of dexterity as one went from standing, to kneeling, to touching one’s forehead to the floor. All this was done on the traditional prayer rug. The facilities themselves were polished and immaculate – a very impressive place of worship.
An Orthodox Church we visited, Alexander Nevsky Cathedral, was in Tallinn, Estonia. Once again there was an absence of benches, and the congregation stood while the officiant appeared from behind an altar to speak to those present. Dressed in flowing robes and with a heavy beard, he chanted his ritual while walking among the parishioners. His voice, loud and clear, made the small chapel resonate with warmth. I am sure his congregation felt the presence of God.
I have written before about my experience in the Buddhist Temple in Luang, Prabhang. Here we became uninvited witnesses to a family council. A wife who had been unfaithful, a younger man who was the culprit, and the cuckolded husband all sat with the respective friends and relatives at the feet of a great sitting Buddha, debating the fate of this marriage. The image of this group huddled around their mutual God-figure expressing an honesty that could happen only in such a sacred environment left a lasting impression.
During my life and my travels I have also discovered that a place of worship does not necessarily need to be “in a building.”
An example of the “no building” worship site is the Western Wall (or Wailing Wall) in Jerusalem. This is a remnant of the Wall that surrounded the historic Jewish Temple. Here I watched as long lines of pilgrims and Israeli natives stood waiting for their turn to worship in a historic site – very holy to them. Their reverence and emotion was overwhelming.
Finally, this is the last but certainly not the least of my theological recollections. Barb and I were invited by the cooking/serving staff at Kichwa Tembo Camp in Masai Mara, Kenya to attend their evening devotion. Here, around a huge fire with only the star-studded African sky providing illumination, we witnessed a pantheistic ceremony. We could hear and to some extent see the giraffes and elephants roaming free and grazing out beyond our protective fence. I still smile when I think about that night.
Remembrances – each experience full of reverence, worship, and respect.