Midnight in Amman

This year the couples here in Jordan got together at the Amman Center to celebrate New Years.  We're basically just a group of "old fogies" so we don't do anything very exciting--just eat and talk and watch movies.  It was fun to take a break and just relax, and we enjoy being with the Strongs and Hammonds.  

When it got close to midnight, we decided to go down to the street and see if there was anything interesting happening.  Unfortunately the front door was locked and we couldn't get out, so we just walked into one of the vacant offices on the first floor and looked out through the window.  It was about 3 minutes to 12 when a car pulled up into the parking lot in front of the building and 4 young men got out, lifted up the trunk and pulled out some big mats.  I wondered if the mats were for bottle-rocket launchers or fireworks displays, and I stood back away from the plate glass window in case it got shattered.  What I saw next, I never would have expected in a million years.  The four young men stood on the mats, faced east, got down on their knees and prayed.  

When they were finished, they rolled up the mats, put them back in the trunk, and drove away.  We just stood in amazement.  We were speechless.  I think we should write a new song for New Year's Eve:  "Ere the Jordan clock strikes midnight, did you think to pray?"