Today we had a mix of Greek Orthodox, Roman, Ottoman, and modern-day Islam. We started with a tour of the Archaeological Museum where we saw tons of artifacts, including mosaic remnants depicting times of King Nebuchadnezzar, the Idol of the Unknown God we read about in Acts 17 and tablets of the Treaty of Kadesh. This treaty is the oldest known peace treaty. We also went to the famed Blue Mosque where Muslims were praying, and we had to take off our shoes and women cover their heads out of respect. The day ended with St. Sophia church. It was a Christian church, then was overtaken by Muslims, and eventually turned into a museum. Crazy beautiful gold mosaic tiles and marble, more marble and yet more marble.
It’s interesting being around this many Muslims. On the long airplane trip here, during one of my many strolls down the plane aisles I ended up in two lengthy conversations with a young Muslim man named Abdul who was heading home to Ammon from Houston. I love how the Lord leads—the first time we talked was all surface but the second time we talked for 30 minutes with him asking some interesting questions. Questions like “so as a Christian if your children do not follow your faith like you think they should are they still your child?” And then another conversation that led me to telling him about the Holy Spirit and His role in our lives. Spiritual conversations that occur randomly and remind me that our openness to being alert to what’s going on around us can lead to seeds planted in others. Seeds planted; waiting for the Spirit to water and grow. So grateful for faith in Jesus that We can pray to Him whenever and however we want, and that He hears His children whenever and however we pray to Him.