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Tonight we had a virtual meeting of our local chapter of the Sisterhood of Salaam/Shalom,

an organization of Muslim and Jewish women whose goal is to know, understand, and respect one another and to defend each other when either group is under attack.

We talked about prayer. It was one of the most moving gatherings I have ever attended. We have so much to learn from each other and so much to share. From my Muslim sisters I gained a deeper understanding of the sustaining power of faith and the healing power of spiritual surrender, of “letting go and letting God.”

My own spiritual path is quite different: more about letting sacredness flow through me and trusting in that.

It especially moved me that we could share so deeply without anyone feeling they had to convince anyone else of the rightness of their path. In that sharing I felt in the presence of the holy.

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