Turkey (Part One).
[Risks No. 763 - 766] Mohammed was limping with use of a cane in the Istanbul airport, marking the first of many opportunities to live Love in a culture mostly void of Him. Turkey is a gorgeous Middle Eastern country with 80 Million beautiful inhabitants and only 5,000 known Christians - about 0.0000625% of the population. Unreached, but not forgotten. I asked what had happened and two months prior Mohammed had his left pinky toe amputated. I have yet to see an amputated limb restored. A pinky toe would rule all the same! I knelt down and prayed for him. He gave me a comical and quizzical look. No obvious insta-limp regenerated. Beautiful opportunity to love all the same. While waiting for the bus at Istanbul's main bus terminal, we were approached by a mother begging for what looked like her near lifeless son being pushed around in a stroller. Unfortunately one of the great barriers in Turkey has been the language. We had no idea what was wrong with her child, but I asked in English if I could pray. She nodded, though I doubt she had any idea what we were offering. We laid our hands on the still boy and began praying. Wish we could have communicated but she seemed sincerely grateful for our prayers. Lord, thank You for this woman and her child. May they both be touched powerfully by Your presence.
While on the bus to Bursa, we met Bushra, a young lady whose phone we asked to borrow. We began talking to her (via a Translate app on her phone), and shared Jesus in the simplest of forms. Before she got off we were able to pray for her, specifically that Jesus would continue to open her heart to His.
The next morning while waiting for our three tour vans, we began speaking with Salame in his broken English. In Turkey, even broken English is impressive. I noticed his left-sided hearing aid and offered to pray. Again, he nodded though I question whether he knew what would come next. We placed our hands on his ear and commanded hearing to be normal. We invited Jesus to move wonderfully and powerfully in his life. In response, Salame kissed me on the cheek and thanked me.