Updated: May 22, 2020
“There ain’t no place for me in Christianity,” said Rajul as he leaned against the front door of the Islamic Center. This sixty-something year-old man, dressed in his loose-fitting button down shirt and jeans, had a jovial spirit. He was the kind of man you would want standing at the door to greet those entering for Friday prayers. His mouth was upturned in a steady smile, while his eyes revealed years of hardship.
Rajul grew up in Chicago and attended church regularly as a child. There was a problem though, he said. He remembers looking through his Sunday School books and only seeing white faces. “Is this the faith for me?” he thought. As a young man, Rajul wrestled with h