Father, thank you for Andalucia. Thank you for the beauty of the Sierra Nevada, the warm sands of the Costa del Sol, the endless olive groves and the secluded white washed villages, where the aroma of the old arabic culture still echoes in the hidden courtyards, and fountains, and tiled patios.
But Lord, you know the history of Andalucia, with its wars and forts, many of which are now nothing but ruins. But some other barricades remain. Tradition closes hearts, and fear of what others may think smothers the desire many have to know more about You and your word.
In the name of Jesus, Amen.