The 1st Century in the 21st Century.

The speaker stood on a makeshift platform barely twelve inches above his roaring, boisterous audience. "Who is a Prophet ?" he called out. Back came the reply : "Mohamed !, Jesus !, Marx !" . "Well I'll tell you", he continued, "Only Someone who knows the name of God can be a prophet of God", "Liar !" they shouted back in response. "Look, see, the Muslim's are afraid of hearing who is a prophet. That's why they want to drown me out". The crowed roared "Yes" and "No!", and "Jesus" with gusto. "Look, nowhere in the Q'ran does Mohamed use the real personal name of God", "Liar" they shouted again, followed by "Allah, Allah, Allah". "No Allah is not God's name, it simply means 'the God', that's not Gods personal name. Only in the Bible do we read prophets using God's personal name". "Liar!" they shouted again. Then he turned to crowd and called "What is God's real name ?" "Yahweh! Yahweh! Yahweh!" they chanted back.

And so it went on, with claim and assertion, banter, interruption, questions, chanting, good humour. Suddenly from in the crowd a woman in a headscarf reached out and touched the speaker. He stoped, looked directly at her. "Don't touch me, I am a Christian. You, a Muslim woman, you cannot touch me" Her Face fell. "Hey, don't look angry, relax, you don't have to be angry, we can relax here. Smile.. yeah that's better, you look much prettier when you smile" She turned away confused, disarmed by the speakers manner.

Speaker's Corner, Hyde Park, London. A unique place.