We were sitting there on the roof and though it is muffled, through the maze of tram ways, streets and buildings of concrete they sing it out. An entire city engulfed with the reminder to pray and praise their God.
Not smog, not opinion, not even thick concrete could stop this group of people from prayer. Even multiple times a day.
I’ve done nothing of the sort in this airport as we wait to kiss beautiful Istanbul goodbye and wave hello to Chisinau. I’m convicted, and so I slow my heart and the beads of sweat and frustration of airport processes disappear like thin air.
And I can’t help but wonder what it might be like; would the Christians of my city sing worship daily to our living God through mazes of streets, opinion and thick concrete.
Goodbye IstanbulImage