Ever Been In A Turkish Prison?

So I found myself in a room full of Turkish men. A very small room. Now, I'm not saying that it was a bad experience at all, like prison, quite the contrary. But this is what was running through my mind at the time, this quote from the 80's movie Airplane.

Actually, I was loving it. My friend, Jeremy, and I had gone for a walk around the neighborhood at about 9pm or so. We stopped by a small shop to visit with a guy that he really likes. This shop was about the size of most entry-ways in a nice house. Literally, it was about 8 ft wide, and that's from wall to wall. One of the walls was covered with shelves full of light bulbs, light fixtures, sockets and all things related to lighting.

After about 10 minutes, another guy Jeremy knows saw us in the shop and came in, followed by another. I sat there marveling at his ability to hang with these guys in their language and praying that one day these guys would all glorify Jesus as God, the Savior.

Two of the guys knew enough English to say hello, how are you? Nice to meet you. But the rest of the time, except for a few times when Jeremy translated for me, I had no idea what was going on. It was just a wonderful opportunity to enter into his life here and pray specifically, in real time, for the people here.