Standing in the middle of the Red Light District in Nagpur, India, I was the obvious visitor. My blonde hair stood out against the bright colors and dark haired residents. The ladies were gathering for some teaching in the center. One stepped to the front and started praying in a language I did not know. Somehow though, it didn’t matter because my heart simply joined in. Prayer and worship intertwined in a symphonic dance that carried me away. I could not understand the words, but my heart knew the rhythm and the one to whom we were with. There was one phrase though that grabbed my undivided attention.