Abdul Aziz
I live near Sa’ad’s village and when I heard that he was an apostate and practicing Christianity, I started to watch his life closely. I was impressed when I saw that Sa’ad got rid of his weapons and became more responsible. I told him that I wanted to learn more about who Christ was. He gave me a Bible and I began to read it regularly. I compared what I read in the Bible with the facts of Islam in the society around me and Sa’ad showed me the Jesus Film.
Then one night I had a mysterious dream. In the dream, I was in my village with a stranger, who was telling me about the Gospel. The stranger pointed to one side and when I looked there I saw a dry, desert region–a region of death.
“This is the way of your forefathers,” the stranger said. “This is the way they went.”
Then I looked to the other side where I saw that the sky was still drizzling after a refreshing downpour. The earth glistened and everything was lush and green and alive. I saw Sa’ad on that side along with some other familiar faces. I saw that there was shade and rest in this region of life. It was the opposite of the merciless heat of the desert that marked the way of my ancestors.
“How?” I asked myself, looking out over the desert. “How could all of my ancestors have been so wrong for so many years?”
“That is the way your ancestors went,” the stranger insisted. “And if you go that way, you will find that it ends in the fires of hell.”
After I had the dream, I kept reading the Bible and talking to Sa’ad about religious things. I thought the discussions were interesting, but I am not a well-studied man like Sa’ad and his intellectual arguments didn’t impress me much. However, I couldn’t shake my dream. I had the same dream a second time, and then a third time. When I woke from it the third time, I was convinced that the Gospel must be true and I chose to walk with Sa’ad in the way of life.
After I trusted Christ, I kept studying the Scriptures. The Word of God had a great impact on me and whenever I had questions about it, I always went to Sa’ad, because he had a strong background in Islamic apologetics.
Eventually I knew that I wanted to be baptized, so I told Sa’ad and he arranged it. A foreigner that Sa’ad knew came from the city to drive Sa’ad, me, and two other new believers from our village to the sea so that Sa’ad could baptize us. As I rode in the backseat of the foreigner’s Landcruiser, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He looked so familiar! I asked Sa’ad where I had seen the man before, but Sa’ad swore that I had never met him. I stared at the foreigner for the entire three-hour journey, trying to figure out where I had seen him before. I think it made him nervous. Finally, when we arrived at the seashore, it struck me. My dream! This foreigner was the stranger who had shared the Gospel with me so many times in my dream! On this significant day–the day that Sa’ad baptized me together with two of my friends–I received one more convincing proof of the personal God who was personally reaching out to me. I still have the same dream occasionally.
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إذا كان لديكم مشاركة (شعرية، أدبية، تشجيعية، صلاة، الخ) وتودون مشاركتها معنا فبإمكانكم ارسالها إلى البريد التالي