Today I visited the Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta. It’s in the historic MLK district in Old Fourth Ward – strangely enough, I used to live just a block away from this church in my early ATL days, yet today was my first visit. Sitting in the main hall was such a fascinating experience. The rows of wooden benches, the beautiful stained glass windows. With the bright golden cross hovering above the stage, I imagined MLK himself standing at the podium. I know that sitting there during the last few days of Ramadan seems odd, but it felt peaceful and serene and powerful.