A young Muslim's testimonial of how he came to meet Jesus Christ and know Jesus is his Savior and Lord! you will get peace in Jesus(Isa Almasih)
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By Abd El-Fady's Testimony (Islam)
I was raised in a religious family where love and respect to one another was taught. My father would always repeat the saying: "Oh for God and parents to be pleased with me." "Ya Rida Allah Wa Rida Al'Waliden." My father told me once: "Your grandfather left me little worldly belongings but he was pleased with me." So the subject of please God and parents was a paramount importance to me. My life went on quietly until my teenage years. I was worshiping God in a traditional manner. After that period I began to indulge in youth practices, both good and bad. I became a slave to bad and vulgar language and indulged in uncontrolled sexual relations. Smoking cigarettes led to smoking "Hash" and, later, to opium, and such transgressions which displeased God. Praise to Him the Most High "Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala".
My health deteriorated rapidly. I felt that I was destroying myself with all my sinful practices. This left me with the feeling that I was at the point of no return. During that time I saw my grandfather fall to his death from a second floor window, under the influence of alcohol. I also saw the effects of drug "Hash" addiction on my uncle. Also a close friend of mine died in a motorcycle crash as he sped to avoid missing an appointment with a street girl. Reading books and memorizing Arabic poems have been my favorite pastime. I learned some painting, sculpture and decoration and took part in some are exhibitions. I was proud of my high-class acquaintances in various fields.
……Inspite of this I was a sinner and transgressor, displeasing God both morally and spiritually. In my childhood I learned that God is forgiving and merciful, but that He also punishes severely and that I could not escape His wrath because of my disgraceful behavior. Yet the abundant and indescribable love of the merciful One found me, and He brought me back onto the true path before it was too late.
In the beginning I never understood that God in His rich mercy had provided the atonement for my sins personally. Of course I had read some things about Christ , like many millions of my people, but my information was shallow and incomplete until I obtained a Holy Bible in my beautiful Arabic language. Upon thorough consideration and sincere examination I found it to be the true book of God written by holy men inspired by the Holy Spirit of God. I understood that the Book itself was translated from the old manuscripts which are available even today; and more importantly, the contents of the Holy Book is God's Truth for the benefit of the whole world. From this dear book of God I learned about the most high God's personal love for me as a sinner, and about Christ's death who sacrificed Himself to atone for my transgressions and iniquities. I learned also that I can receive forgiveness and pardon of my sins if I accepted this "Truth and believed on Jesus Christ, peace be upon HIM. "Alaihe Al'Salam.".
A violent struggle followed between the things I had learned at home and the Divine Truth I had found in God's Holy Word, the Bible. I was under conviction for my sins and I longed for a life of holiness and righteousness. During my search of assurance of Salvation and forgiveness I saw the Savior, stretching out His hands to heal the wounds of sin, who is able to set me free from the bondage of sin. It was a struggle between the old blind-minded fanatical man clinging to traditions, and between receiving the New Life which is in Christ. I reasoned……..that if God Almighty had prepared the way for my salvation and redemption of my sins - why not accept it?
Thank God for the light of the true faith which invaded my heart. This light was far more superior than my sincere examinations and efforts to reach the truth. I believed in Christ with all my heart and lifted up my heart in prayer and supplication to God, the compassionate and merciful one "Al'Rahman Al'Rahim", with intercession to forgive my sins and iniquities. I asked g to transform me and made me a new creation, making me different from the old in both words and in deeds. Thank Almighty g (the Precious One) that by grace and faith He has answered my prayer.
I have now come to enjoy God's true acceptance of me and the privilege of coming near to the Most High in supplications and prayers. My life has become meaningful. Before, I thought I wasn't going to live long, but now…….I feel a surge of activity and enthusiasm to live and honor the One who loved me and gave Himself for me as atonement for my sins to set me free, to cleanse me. So I can now know and enjoy God's pleasure and care.
Dear readers - brothers and sisters. We have many things in common. You may be seeking to please God or maybe you are under a load of sin and searching for the truth. You may be seeking life in all its fullness and abundance, desiring to get rid of your fanatical attitude and open your heart to the light of the true faith. Come to the love of God and believe in Christ as your personal Savior. Hear Him say to you; "I have come that you may have life in all its fullness" and He invites; "Come to me all ye who labor and are heavy laden and I will give you rest." I trust you will accept HIS personal invitation of love to you, before the time is too late.
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I was born in Saudi Arabia as a member of a Muslim family. We were a very happy family, and I loved my relationship with them. I also felt very happy because I did all the things that God asked me to. I had learned one sixth of the holy Quran by heart and a lot from the Hadieth. When I was a teenager, I was an Imam for the mosque.
I was always very serious to do all that God ordered me to do--fasting during Ramadan, praying five times a day or more, Hadj and so on. I was, at that time, very desirous to meet God at the last day, even when I had no guarantee. But I had always hoped for this. My hope grew when I started to think about fighting in the name of God (Jihad) in Afghanistan. I was sixteen years old. My parents would not let me go because I was too young. So I decided to wait until I was old enough.
I always had love and respect for the Muslim people. There was no love or respect in my heart for the Christians, and the Jews were my first enemy of course.
Far away from GodAfter some time, the devil found his way into our home and our life, and my life became very hard. Slowly I drifted far away from God until the time that I believed in no God at all.
My life became busy. I had a very good job and earned a lot of money. Still I was not happy because I was afraid for the day that I would die. Sometimes a question came to my mind--will I be with God in heaven or not? And it was very frightening to think about this, even for seconds, that I would not be there. What about my future?
A little prayerOne day I had a big problem in my life. I was in my room looking through the window up to the sky. Then I remembered God, and I wanted to pray to him to ask him for help, but which God should I pray to. Allah? I was sure that he was very angry with me because I had not prayed for a very long time. Or Jesus? I knew He had done a lot of miracles in the lives of other people. Then I said, “Jesus help me!” I don't know why I spoke like this. I sat down on my bed and spoke to myself, “What is this stupid thing you just did?” Anyway, I did not expect anything to happen or the problem to go away. However, one and a half days later, my problem was solved! I decided to find out who this Jesus is. Is he God as the Christian people say, or is he a prophet, as I know from Islam? At this time, I left my country and went to Europe.
The dreamOn the third day, my circumstances became very difficult for me, and I decided to go back to Middle East. During that night I had a dream. I was standing in a cross shape with a low wall around it. In my right hand, I had a big stack of white unwritten papers. I was standing at the cross beam, and I was looking to a small group of people who were standing at the top. They all wore long white clothing, but one of them was different. He was standing at the right side, and with his left hand he was leading the people through a door in the wall. Beyond the door was light, and I could not see what was in there. One moment I was standing in the dream, and the next moment I was seeing the cross from above. It was difficult for me to understand this.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt a very beautiful happiness in my heart that I never had before. And I felt a love in my heart and from inside my body a very special feeling. I felt also I just wanted to walk and to walk and to ask every one I met, do you know Jesus?
It was more than a great feeling. It was happiness that I had never known before in my life.
After one year of reading the Bible in an honest way, I understand now what happened to me. I found my way to God, the real God, the Lord Jesus Christ. I hope now for all the people I love, my family, my friends, and everyone also to change and begin to read the Bible in an honest way. I am sure that God will help them to find their way.
My life nowI feel love in my heart, and I am very happy to know Jesus. When I was a Muslim, I could never imagine that the Christians were right. After that, I found out how much God loves me, and I became a Christian. Yes, He loves me, He loves you, and He loves the whole world. Jesus Christ loved us, and He still does. And don't forget in the last day nobody can save us, only Jesus Christ.
Dear brother/sister,Come to know Jesus before it is too late.
Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, "I am the light of the world; he that follows me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life."
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I was born into a conservative Muslim family in Iraq. Whilst in The Middle school, I was always disturbed when I heard my teacher explaining how Islam spread by wars and battles lead by Mohamed or his successors.
Even in the Muslim prayers there is no appeal for God to change their manners and behavior but rather their surrounding circumstances. So whilst my teacher was talking about the Islamic heroism of their wars and battles, I viewed them as war crimes that encourage hatred, malice, killing and stealing.
As time passed, I finished my middle school and was forced to join the army.
At the army I became an armored tank driver. When the war between Iraq and Iran irrupted in the early 1980s, I refused to participate in the war. I chose the path of peace and love over the road of killing and destruction. I realized that my choice would result in dangerous consequences; it meant prison time, torture and probably death.
I decided to escape from the army. When I asked my fellow soldiers If any of them were willing to come with me, they refused and I had to escape alone amidst heavy bombardment and dangerous land mines until I miraculously arrived at my House in the city of EL MOUSEL
When I arrived home, I was shocked that my family refused to accept, or even allow me to stay in the house, but rather they tried to force me to go back to the front line to continue the war. So I decided to escape the country to go to Syria.
Unfortunately I was caught trying to cross the border to Syria when two nomad informers for the Iraqi army arrested me. They handed me over to the Iraqi army at city of "Rabbia" where I was tortured severely and left blindfolded waiting to be executed.
Instead they decided to send me to the Iraqi Central Intelligent service in Baghdad to await being court marshaled for capital treason (escaping the military service in time of war is capital treason and in punishable by death).
I spent 16 months in a human army prison waiting for a trial, until I finally went to court and was confronted by the two nomad capture’s who acted as the prosecution’s main witnesses. At this difficult time I prayed for God to deliver me from this dangerous situation. Mysteriously enough, the court set me free for lack of evidence because one of the two witnesses was deaf and blind and so not able to testify legally before the court. At this very moment I felt the deep love of God, who delivered me and I felt more confident about him.
Later I was forced to go back to participate in the ongoing war and I found myself driving a tank one more time. I decided to escape again regardless of my past escape experience. This time I fled to the Iraqi City of Kordestan towards the Iranian boarder.
For 400 miles I walked through minefields and climbed mountains until I arrived at the boarder. There I was detained in a refugee camp that looked more like a prison, where we were forced to practice the teachings of Islam.
So I decided to run again, this time to Pakistan, for three days and three nights I had to walk with no food or water till I almost died.
I was homeless in Pakistan for a year until I decided to cross over to India despite all the danger at the boarder because of the tension between India and Pakistan. Once again God delivered me miraculously. During all that time I felt that God was always by my side protecting me from all the danger not knowing what good he was preparing for me.
God started dealing with me directly when I arrived at Katmandu the capital of Nepal, south of China. There I got sick and had to go to the hospital where I met a Christian nurse that worked in the hospital’s "Christian Committee".
She introduced me to a community of missionaries from all over the world. They were living in the same place called Della M House.
Those people came to this remote area for the sole purpose of serving Christ. They went to prisons, hospitals and poor areas to preach The Gospel of Jesus. I was invited to go to their house and I didn’t hesitate to do so. When I went there I saw simple people full of love, benevolence and the desire to help the poor in the name of Jesus who gave himself for all the humanity.
I stayed in their house for thirty days receiving the best medical treatment by every one there. That time was the best time of my life; I learnt about Jesus the loving God who had always protected me all my life. Every morning we would gather around the breakfast table, to sing praises, and to study The Bible as if the Lord Jesus himself was with us. Later in the day each missionary would go to his or her ministry.
There I learned more about Jesus, and about praying for other people, as well as praying before eating and The ‘Our Father’ prayer too. They told me about the atoning death of Jesus. I felt so loved by those people because I was persecuted and looking for peace.
Although they asked me repeatedly to stay with them, I made a bad choice, and decided to leave them to run after that phantom dream called freedom.
So I left them and went to Thailand, and not so long after it I found myself lingering amongst cities and ports exhausted. Until I felt so helpless that I decided to go back home where killings were widespread.
When I went back I didn’t care what would happen to me because I trusted in Jesus’ love for me no matter what. As soon as I arrived I was arrested and interrogated by the Iraqi intelligence service where they imprisoned and tortured me. Later on I was sent to court falsely accused, and they hoped to convict and executed me
I went to court full of faith in the Lord’s love and care for me. The court ruled that I would be imprisoned for 20 years instead of executing me. I was overwhelmed with joy that they were not going to execute me. They sent me to the central prison as a political prisoner. I spent one year there until the Iraqi government was forced to set all the political prisoners free (eight Iraqi officials were taken as hostages by the Kurdish rebels and they were exchanged for all the Iraqi political prisoners).
As soon as they released me, I decided to go back to that missionary house in Katmandu, where I first encountered the love of Christ. But whilst I was planning my departure, the Iraqi army invaded Kuwait and I was forced again to join the army. One more time I escaped from the front line to the Saudi boarder towards the American troops stationed there. But the Saudi army arrested me instead and I was once again imprisoned for 18 months in a desert cage not even fit for wild animal.
The Lord strengthened me and I endured this tough time until I was released. I managed to escape to the United States where I met my fellow
Evangelical Christians who helped to live and walk with Jesus. I am will always be thankful to the Lord that he never forgot me but instead he led me from the darkness and into the light of the Gospel.
Glory to God forever and ever, Amen.
Translated by John
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I had not been to church for many years, though I was a believer in Jesus -- I loved him. Suddenly, I felt like He was calling me to know him better. I started reading other people's testimonies of Him; also near-death experiences of people who had actually gone to Heaven, and met Him. The more I read, the closer I felt to Him. I met a new friend who invited me to church. I said, "Yes" - Anything that would draw me closer to Him.
As I sat in church, the minister asked the question, "What is the mountain in your life?" He told us to take a few minutes to meditate about it. I thought about things I had not been able to overcome in my life. My biggest mountain was definitely the lack of forgiveness I felt for people who I thought had hurt me or wronged me in some way. I could easily walk out of people's lives, and hold a grudge for twenty years or for the rest of my life for that matter.
As I thought about these things, I felt a deep wrenching pain in my heart, even physical pain as though my heart was being squeezed tight in my chest. I bowed my head. I knew what the Bible says about forgiveness. I thought, Jesus is probably mad at me.
Still feeling the pain in my heart, I thought to myself ... look for the face of Jesus. I had read that somewhere, but I didn't think I would literally see Him. If I did, I was sure He would come condemning me.
As I was thinking I should look for His face, I raised my eyes, and I couldn't have been more surprised by what I saw. I saw Jesus -- He was actually there! It was just His face, but he was alive, and moving around. He had dark, shoulder-length hair with light streaks of gray, and He was wearing a crown of thorns. I just gazed up at Him, and He was smiling at me with the most loving smile I had ever seen in my life!
The first thing I thought was - He looks a little different than He does in His pictures, but only slightly different. I had expected His hair to be longer, and His nose was a little different.
I felt no condemnation from Him at all. That greatly surprised me. Next I felt Him sending me love that was full of sympathy and compassion. It was an overwhelming kind of love that I was sure human beings aren't capable of. I was in awe that He could love me that much. It was blissful. I was totally absorbed by that love, to the point where I felt my heart could burst. I have never felt anything like it, and I'm sure that I never will as long as I'm on this earth.
I just continued to gaze up at Him. He continued to smile at me like I was the only person on earth who mattered to Him, though I'm sure He must look at each one of us that way. Throughout the whole vision, He never once stopped smiling at me.
Next, I saw Him sending beams of transparent, white light towards my heart. I felt the light penetrating my being. The light felt like nothing, other than pure love and compassion. Jesus was very kind and loving towards me -- not condemning at all. I only sensed a strong outpouring of love from Him. He seemed perfect in His goodness and kindness.
Next He began to communicate to me, but no words were used. He communicated by sending me feelings. There was knowledge in the feelings that I understood easily and clearly as it was transferred into my mind.
He said that He already knew about it all -- my lack of forgiveness towards others -- how I had been hurt by other people, and the circumstances in my life that had made me feel that way. He said, "I know everything about you." That surprised me greatly, but I also felt comforted by it. It meant that He had never been far from me like I had always thought. I realized that I had been constantly under His supervision, like when our children are small, and we never let them out of our eyesight.
Again, I felt more compassion from Him pouring out to me. He said, "I feel your pain. I grieve with you." He was like a loving parent who will pick you up when you are hurting, and hold you in his loving arms. He will comfort you, and wipe away all of your tears. I actually felt like I had been comforted, and held in the arms of Jesus.
After He comforted me, He spoke again. He told me not to worry or concern myself with these things because He would take care of it for me. I sensed an incredible strength in Him. I felt like a burden had been lifted, and I felt like He could easily carry all of my burdens. We have all been taught about the meek and humble man, but he exuded strength, and I could feel it.
I was still looking at Him. I was still surprised by some of the things that He said. He was still looking at me. He still wore that loving smile on his face that would melt the heart of the worst hardened sinner. He was still sending me love, and it was to overflowing. There was so much love that I felt like my heart couldn't hold it all, and it may burst if I took in much more. I began to feel like I couldn't handle it anymore. Maybe in human form we can't. I don't know.
Seeing all of the goodness and purity in Him, I felt like I may break down into tears and sobs. I started to feel unworthy of His pure holiness. He was a soul at the highest level of perfection. Seeing this makes you aware of even your smallest sins. I felt unworthy of Him, and then I looked away.
When I looked back, He wasn't there anymore, but I was left with a feeling of total awe. Jesus had been there. I had seen Him. I had felt Him. He had communicated with me. The thing I was left knowing, above everything else, was that He loved me more than anyone had ever loved me in my life!
A few days later, I thought about how I had sat in church that day knowing I had sinned. Yet, Jesus had blessed me with a wonderful vision. I knew he still loved me, unconditionally, in spite of my flaws. I thought, how can this be?...
Later that night, I started to read the Bible, the book of John. Jesus answered my question clearly:
John 3:16: "For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that who so ever believeth on him should not perish, but have everlasting life."
As I read further it said: "For God sent not his son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through him might be saved. He that believeth on him is not condemned, but he that believeth not is already condemned because he has not believed."
I had sought to know Him with my whole heart and soul, and He had not disappointed me. He had restored in my spirit my willingness to forgive all who had wronged me, because love cancels out anger, fear, resentment, and any other negative emotion you can imagine.
I remembered that He had worn the crown of thorns in my vision. I now realize that they were meant to be symbolic, a reminder to me of how He loved us all enough to be lifted up, and crucified on the cross for the forgiveness of our sins. The crown of thorns are a symbol of his love that He feels for each one of us. He had truly shown me how to forgive.
I saw Jesus again...
I read about The Jesus Prayer. It is a meditation where you repeat a phrase over and over again to Jesus. The first time I said The Jesus Prayer, I said, "Jesus, the Son of God, have mercy on me." I had been laying in bed for some time saying the prayer when my six-year-old daughter came into the room, and asked me for a glass of water. When I rolled over and opened my eyes, I saw a small cross in the corner of my bedroom, up next to the ceiling. It was wooden, about four inches long, with four gold bands around all four sides. I looked at it for several, long seconds. I saw it clearly, and was able to make out all of the details on it. When I looked away it was gone.
The second time I said The Jesus Prayer, I said, "Jesus, the Son of God, I trust in You." I had been saying the prayer for awhile as I lay in bed. I finally started to drift off to sleep. Suddenly, I was stirred from my sleep.
As I returned to consciousness, I saw the back of myself, the back of my head and shoulders. Then I saw two arms reaching around my neck to hug me. As this person drew me into His embrace, I saw the face of Jesus looking over the back of my shoulder while He was hugging me, and then He smiled at me; the me that was watching the vision! I thought, He is just too kind to me!
I just can't help loving him!
Staff Note: Karen has written a VERY precious book that further expounds on her supernatural encounters with Jesus and how He has lovingly and graciously impacted her life. Her purpose in writing the book is to help others draw closer to her precious Lord and Savior, and to help others see Him in a way that He truly IS ... so loving - so tender - so forgiving ... and in some other ways you may have never been completely aware of before.
If you feel distant from God ... Karen's tender and inspired words will put a desire in your heart to draw closer to Jesus Christ in ways you may not be able to fathom ... until you read the precious accounts the Holy Spirit has inspired her to write in this book.
The gift God has given her to put in words to express her love for the One who died for the sins of the world, and offers that same love and forgiveness to you and I ... grab a box of tissues before you start reading what she has written. Tears are going to flow!
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