Shopping for a Turkish rug seemed to be taking longer than weaving one. I grew impatient. Then God once again showed me my foolishness.
He turned what seemed like a “vacationary” experience into a missionary moment.
Quicker than you can say “kilim” (a type of weave) the conversation turned from carpets to Christ. We were blessed with an opportunity to share why we were in eastern Turkey, climbing Mount Ararat, and Who we were representing.
A Kurdish boy working on Mount Ararat. (Photo by Gary Fallesen)
The shop owner was Kurdish. We’d been with Kurds fo...
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