Walking along the brisk city streets of Atlanta hours after the end of the Dr. King parade, I passed by a taxi stand. Several men stood standing in the cold air, smoking and talking. Another man was a good twenty yards away, on his knees on a prayer rug, facing west, and praying. This is America where smoking and prayer can co-exist together.
In all seriousness, I was struck that here in America, we allow -- perhaps even encourage -- exhibition of faith and devout behavior. Along a busy, dirty, cold city street, this man could center himself and pray. Diversity met in all its forms.