I’ve been on three short deployments to Muslim countries and other than the people who were trying to kill me while I was there I’ve had pretty good experiences.
In Afghanistan, upon seeing my tattoos (I have the sacred hearts tattooed on my back), I got into a lengthy open discussion on the differences between Christianity and Islam. We were just trading beliefs and talking. Granted, this conversation occurred between myself and six Afghan interpreters educated in Kabul, so they’re only typical of their social standing.
In the Afghan villages faith came up with a sort of smiling indifference. The provincial police, for example, asked us to stop a convoy for evening prayers, and when they saw my rosary later they smiled and went about their business. The police chief fed me, let me stay in his house and was very happy to discuss Muslim culture.
In a rural part of Iraq I showed a crucifix to a child and he grabbed it from me and was eager to show me all he knew about Christianity - he did the sign of the cross, some bows at the waist and held the cross up high to show me he knew what this was about. All the other kids saw this and started following me around doing the sign of the cross and laughing. I think they were happy to be showing off for the big white Christian.
In an old Saddam army barracks in Baghdad I found a paper icon of the Blessed Virgin hanging on a nail about nine feet up. I took a photo and left it there. It was old and tattered, but very beautiful. I think it was left behind by an Eastern Christian Iraqi soldier prior to the invasion.
Like I said, the Muslims who aren’t trying to kill me over there are pretty cool.