Loving the Oppressor

So yesterday was my day off and it was great. I was going to hang out with the Brit but her kid home sick so no luck there. Then I took the bus to Kadakoy and hung out with the Graphic Designer for lunch. It was swell. Then I sat in the park and read a book for a few hours. The book I am reading is called “What happened from the Cross to the Throne” and it is great. I encourage you all to read it. Then that night I met up with the Graphic Designer again and we went to her friend’s house for dinner. Her friend is Turkish and wonderful. She is my age and lives on the outskirts of the city. They were regular people. I had dinner with her mom, dad, grandmother, and uncle. They spoke only Turkish but it didn’t matter because they were loving. I was so blessed. But I left very sad because these are the people I want to minister to. These people who the world has beat down and yet they press on so bravely.

My problem is I have to minister to the oppressor. I am frustrated because I hate it. Every time I have to humble myself and love this person who is so unjust and so self consumed. I know the enemy is the enemy and people are not the enemy but that is hard to swallow when the people are the ones doing all the talking. I am starting to get physically sick every time my Patron calls one the other workers name. I cringe expecting to hear some nasty toned Turkish phrase. The seeker of justice within me is always railed up. I just need the Lord. Pray that he will give me boldness when the time comes and that he will constantly whisper in my ear what to do. Then of course pray that I love these people recklessly. I am not sure I know how but I am will to press on and keep trying. I already have the victory. I need to live this: “In this world you will have troubles but take heart for I have overcome the world.”