I’m writing this post from the tiny island of Büyükada in Turkey, where on April 23rd every year, tens of thousands of pilgrims come to hike to the top of the hill to try to hear from God.
It’s reminding me of people’s desperation to hear what God has to say to them, of the yearning for a sense of hope, purpose and direction that exists in those around us.
Today, each pilgrim will buy a crown of flowers to wear and as they hike for an hour up the hill they will unroll a length of thread, marking the path they have taken. By the end of the day the path will be a carpet of woven threads, each one a testimony of someone’s hope to hear something from the heart of God for themselves.
This morning I’ve painted you a pile of crowns. They are gifts from you to the pilgrims who are walking up the hill of life alongside you, at work, at school, at home, on your street, in your town.
You have the gift of a word from God for some of those fellow walkers in your grasp. My challenge for you is to listen out today to see what God has to say to one of them, and to have courage to share it. That’s what I will be doing this afternoon and this evening. I’d love to have your prayers.
Thank you to all of you who prayed yesterday, it was a very special time. Now I will be praying for you as you share words and pictures from God with those he puts on your heart.