Several years ago I was sitting in a room full of religious and community leaders from across middle Tennessee. It resembled a typical clergy meeting, but what made that gathering distinct for me was that half of the leaders were Muslim.
During our time together, a colleague of mine shared his own story about growing up in Jerusalem as a Palestinian Muslim, moving to the U.S., and eventually finding a home and family in Tennessee.
His story was moving and honest, and it lifted the veil for many of the Christinas in the room, most of whom were white, on what life is like for non-Christians in Tennessee.
