A while back a Duke student was telling me that he and his roommate were not getting along well. I asked him why. “Because he is a Muslim and I’m not.” I asked him how that made a difference.
“When we moved in together, he asked me what my religion was. I told him that I was a sort of Christian. A Lutheran. I told him up front that my family and I weren’t the very best Christians, that we only went to church occasionally, and it wasn’t that big a deal to me. But my roommate has this nasty habit of asking embarrassing questions.”
“What sort of questions?” I asked.
“Like after we had roomed together a few weeks, he asked me, ‘Why do you Christians never pray?’ I told him, ‘We pray all the time. We just sort of keep it to ourselves.’
“He said, ‘I’ll say that you do. I’ve never seen you pray.’ He prays, like, a half dozen times a day on his prayer rug in our room, facing East Durham.