To the tidings of Bahá’u’lláh’s advent his soul replied; to the drum beat, “Am I not your Lord?” his heart drummed back: “Yea, verily!”
(Abdu’l-Baha, Memorials of the Faithful, p. 151)
An interesting, delightful evening. As I was washing dishes and preparing for the Prayer Station with one friend, another one called me and asked me if she could come along with a man she just met at the library. I said “Sure, come along”. So we had our prayer meeting with a jazz drummer, Bruce, who had helped her in the library and to whom she had given a Baha’i teaching card which had let to a conversation about what the Baha’i Faith was.
We shared a meal, we shared prayers, songs and stories about music and how it can touch our hearts and how it is so universal and so elevating, and how music can so elloquently illustrate the surprising realization that race is just a cultural and not divine concept since a white man from Sweden can play Delta blues as if he grew up in Mississippi… Such a delight, to spend an evening with newly discovered cousins!