When my dad came to faith in Christ, he and I and the rest of our family were living in our village. We stayed in the village for several years after that because my dad’s tribe still accepted him. They saw that he had made good changes in his life, even though they didn’t like his new faith.
Later on, however, some fundamentalists in the village started to make trouble for my dad because he had shared his faith with other men in our area and some of them had trusted Christ, too. The fundamentalists reported my dad to the authorities and different religious organizations. They burned some of his crops and they even tried to kill him.
After that my dad began to worry. He wasn’t afraid to die, but he worried because my brothers and sisters and I didn’t know much about Christ and my mom wasn’t a believer yet. He worried that we wouldn’t have the opportunity to know about Christ if he wasn’t there to teach us.
My dad decided to move our family to the city. We lived there for several years and my brothers and sisters and I began to study the Bible regularly with other children whose parents were also believers. Soon my brothers and sisters and I loved Christ like my dad did, and eventually even my mom trusted Christ, too. However, then, once again, people began to threaten my dad’s life. At that time he had to leave the city and go back to our village where his tribe could protect him. I stayed in the city with my mom and brothers and sisters where we could attend schools that were better than the schools in our village.
The days when my dad was separated from us were really hard for me. I was afraid for him as he moved from place to place to stay safe and I prayed for him each night before I went to bed. I wanted our life to be like it had always been, with our whole family together. When the Eid came I bought some gifts and I wanted to show them to him, but I couldn’t because he was in the village. I read passages in the Bible about how Christ had moved from place to place when He was persecuted and I was moved. It reminded me of my dad.
Eventually my dad was able to come back to the city and live with us again. He is my example and I try to imitate him in everything I do. I am thankful for the sacrifices he has made for our spiritual education and our education in school. I am also proud of his bold witness for Christ. He has trained people and they have discovered who Christ is and come to faith. I hope that many people in my community come to faith in Christ. Most of the people in my village are my relatives and when my dad was in the village a lot of people came to see him. He is a very social man and he sows the seeds of the Gospel broadly. I want to be like him. I am praying that Christ will use me as His instrument to bring the Gospel to other people.
“Christ, I belong to You,” I pray. “You can use me any way that You want.”
إذا كان لديكم مشاركة (شعرية، أدبية، تشجيعية، صلاة، الخ) وتودون مشاركتها معنا فبإمكانكم ارسالها إلى البريد التالي