Mosques and swords
Martin Pennock comments on the recent events in Paris
In 1969 I was a student in Paris, disillusioned with organised religion and excited and alarmed by the revolutionary fervour of post-1968 France. One day, on a wander through the fifth arrondissement, I chanced upon the main Paris Mosque. I remember my amazement at the beauty of the mosaic tiling and a conversation that I had with an Imam, or perhaps he was merely a local Muslim, and the revelation during that conversation that there is great beauty and power in not revealing the nature of God or his prophets pictorially. Perhaps this set me on a track towards Quakers.
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