Something strange pervades the air of religious spaces. Maybe it’s the reverence gushing out from religious congregants clambering around these sites who make it so, praying fiercely like they’ve never prayed before.
Maybe it’s the whispers of those titans of prophetic and historical figures who came before us, in whose footsteps we now walk.
The star you see on the floor is the very spot where Christians believe Jesus was born.
A group of Nigerian Christians from London, dressed in flowing white silk robes, gathered around this spot in silence. One by one, they crouched into this small hole, offered a prayer, and kissed the ground.
No longer were they reading about a ghostly prophetic figure lost to the dusty pages of their bibles. He was now as real to them as the hands before their faces.