D & D (USA) prepares Hispanics for ministry at Rio Grande Bible Institute in Edinburg, Texas. They had a unique opportunity to visit the local mosque to attend a special event. D has been visiting this mosque over the years while developing relationships with several leaders along with another colleague; at times, our students would also tag along to learn and observe, especially when D would present the case to those in the mosque about the Bible’s inerrancy and Jesus’ deity. The moment we walked in the door, they were separated as I was taken to the women’s side of the mosque. The women, adorned with mostly black, long-sleeved gowns with multicolored scarves, were polite and greeted me formally. Many shook my hand in the Western style of greeting, but a few kissed me on both cheeks. At dinner, a woman who is an ophthalmologist sat beside me. I asked about her clinic and made a note to visit her sometime. Several more ladies joined our table and began to quiz me with questions. “Are you a new convert?” I smiled and said, “No, I am a visitor.” “Who invited you?” “The imam is a friend of my husband’s, and he knows we are attending tonight.” This remark surprised them, and they sat staring at me for several moments. “Is your husband here?” I thought about the number of times my husband had visited the mosque and even engaged in some rousing conversations about Jesus. I couldn’t hear his voice behind the wooden barrier on the men’s side of the room, so I knew he may have been behaving himself tonight. At least so far… The curiosity and questioning continued. “Where are you from?” “Pennsylvania.” “Do you have children? How many and what do they do?” “Where did you get your outfit? What country is it from?” “I bought it online. I couldn’t find an appropriate outfit at Target.” “Why did you buy an outfit like that?” “For a trip I took to Turkey.” “Turkey doesn’t have a mandatory dress code like that.” “I visited other places as well on that trip.” They eyed me with more suspicion. They wanted so badly to ask me what other places. I breathed a sigh of relief when they finally changed directions. “Where do you live?” “Edinburg. I live on the campus of…” Before I could finish, one of the ladies jumped in. “Oh, we knew it; you are a professor at Pan-Am University.” “No, actually my daughter is in the nursing program there, but I teach… “My husband is a professor there too.” “Oh.” “What church do you go to?” “Calvary Baptist in McAllen.”  They all nodded as they had heard of our church. “What else do you do besides teach?” “I help young ladies and women who have suffered trauma and abuse in their childhood where many times they take on a false identity.” That answer opened up a long conversation with the three women. This was a fascinating subject for them. One woman told me her concerns for her daughters, and I gave her some words of caution; I could sense her fear. Later after dinner, one younger woman became more proactive and sat beside me on the floor, where I watched the evening prayers. Actually, I had my head bowed and was praying when she came and interrupted me. There was a one-way mirror for us women to watch and listen to the service, but we could not be seen by the men. As the young woman talked to me, she quickly said, “Do you have any questions about what you see here today? Do you understand what is happening during the prayer ceremony?” She explained about praying five times daily and how they express their thanks to Allah. She was waiting for me to ask a question, so I decided to ask her what language they were praying in. While she was talking to me, another woman came over and handed me a Koran and a handful of booklets and tracts that would help me learn about Islam. The topic would switch to the many dying in Syria and Iraq. Several told us that over 150 are dying a day in Syria and that it is a massacre of human life. I was invited to come back by about 15 women. One humorous mistake I made—and the ladies promptly reminded me—”When you come to our potluck next time, bring two plates of cookies, one for the women’s side and one for the men. The men should be happy that they got all your cookies!” It was an interesting evening. D had quite a few conversations as well with medical doctors, IT people, and other professionals from several countries, two university students from Pakistan and two from Mexico.