A Visit to Regent’s Park and Camden Town:
God has been so faithful to orchestrate each day of this trip so that we would be strengthened, encouraged, challenged, and stretched. After seeing God’s hand unite us on a deeper level the day prior, He lead us into some slightly heavier circumstances on Friday.
Our first stop of the day was the Islamic Cultural Center, casually known as Regent’s Park Mosque. Each of us could say that upon entering these grounds, the heaviness and spiritual oppression that surrounded us was apparent, and rather odious.
We hesitantly entered the main foyer which eventually made way into the huge room underneath the high dome ceiling. Inside the giant room, bodies prostrate themselves in silent prayer to Allah. Sidelong glances from temple patrons seemed skeptical and brief, as they were engaged in conversation with one another or seemed not to care to welcome our rag-tag crew of foreigners who were obviously not comfortable in this environment.
The women could not enter the main prayer room, so some of the females on our team went into the women’s prayer room and were asked to participate in some basic ceremonial cleaning (hands & face) before they could enter the upstairs room to pray. They politely refused and remained downstairs in the women’s foyer. A few of our guys went into the main prayer hall and had only to remove their shoes.
A few other team members engaged in conversation with a very zealous Muslim man named Ziaa. What began as an informative dialogue soon spiraled into a pious rant against Christians, their beliefs and their practices. He did not know that we were Christians until we finally had to defend the gospel and our faith which he attacked very forcefully.
God graciously gave us peace, patience and boldness throughout the whole 45min conversation. Though Ziaa was not willing to hear anything we had to say, and we were not trying to convert him, we were thankful for this opportunity to have some light shed on some of the beliefs of a very dedicated muslim man who seemed to have some influence within his community. Our hearts broke even more as we filtered out and swarms of muslims filed into the temple in response to the call to worship.
Our prayers in response to this visit were desperate cries for God to move somehow and in someway through this community, and to disable the growth of this religion throughout the world. We were also reminded of God’s sovereignty and the fact that He has enabled them to have such influence in modern culture, and that He, in His infinite power, has control over every movement of man and every scheme of the devil. Pray for people to be delivered out of Islam, and for Christian laborers to be raised up to minister to them!

Our other destination, Camden Town, is an area of vibrant chaos. Venders gather weekly to sell eclectic offerings to the thousands of locals and visitors who flock to this iconic punk and bohemian culture scene. It is not much of a place for conversation when winding through the stalls of clothing, food, trinkets, and crafts, but the presence of such a diverse crowd makes it a great place to see the many cultures that thrive within London.
Pray for those we encountered that were filled with bitterness and anger (about what, we don’t know), for the artists that flock to this area and make a living at these street markets, for the youth that are lost and are desperate for stability and community.