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Fasoula Village

Knocking on the door 

Fasoula village, which has 400 inhabitants, is 7 km north of Limassol and has existed since Medieval times. The name may be derived from the Frankish word 'fasoula', which means 'sickle'. 

The village is a peaceful, rural retreat with several museums displaying traditional Cypriot life. Visits to the Agricultural Museum, Olive Press, Carob Museum and Folklore Museum require a prior appointment and are accessible all year round. 

Several sculptures are displayed by the famous Cypriot sculptor, Philippos Yiapanis, who relocated from Famagusta to the village.
Typical stonework can be seen in the centre of the village on Aristotle Street. A number of traditional taverns and coffee shops are located in this area.
As spring approaches, the villages begin to display the vibrant colours we have missed during the winter months.
The surrounding area is lush at this time of year with its blossoming almond, olive and carob trees.
The ornate door from the village pictured below reminded me of the Lord's words recorded in Revelation 3:20: 

Behold I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and will dine with him, and he with me. (NKJV)

While these words were addressed to believers in the first century who had left the Lord Jesus outside of their fellowship, they also apply to every closed heart today. 

The One who created nature with all its delights longs to have intimate fellowship with us. Sharing a meal with someone has long been a symbol of friendship and the Lord promises this level of communion to those who hear His voice and accept His presence.
We can enjoy the rural scenes of Cypriot villages and rejoice in the tranquillity of the surrounding nature. Perhaps the silence of this setting provides more opportunity to hear the Lord knocking on the door of our hearts. 

Will you open your heart today and partake of the feast He offers?
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