When I stepped off the plane for the first time into the Arab World, I was shocked, not by what I saw but by what I didn’t see.
I didn’t see people walking around in robes and turbans.
I didn’t see everyone performing the prayers in the streets with their prayer mats.
I didn’t see people looking angry or like they were ready to pick a fight with me about Islam.
Instead, I saw a lot of people walking around in clothes that looked like mine (jeans and a T-shirt), working in gas station parking lots or the McDonalds down the street, with faces that seemed strikingly normal.
What I didn’t realize then but began to realize more and more the longer I was in North Africa, was that the people I would be living and working among weren’t going to be the hardcore, legalistic as possible to earn their way to heaven, kind of Muslims. Instead, I was mostly going to encounter nominal or cultural Islam in the people I would meet and speak to.
Living in a Muslim context means that getting into a spiritual conversation can be incredibly simple. Their culture, from the bottom to the top, has religion so mixed in that it can be pretty natural to move from culture directly to religion. No matter how cultural religion might be for them or how seriously (or not seriously) they might practice their religion, whenever you challenge or question their beliefs, Islam will rear its ugly head. It often reminds me of a sponge. As long as you’re not squeezing the sponge, it’ll stay the same and you may never know what’s inside it. But as soon as you squeeze it just a little bit, the inside comes pouring out. And that’s exactly what happens with nominal, cultural Muslims in our area.