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Eric’s Testimony or how I became a born-again Christian

Hello my name is Eric Alan Marx and I would like to share how I became a born-again Christian. I wasn’t raised in a Christian home, as a young child we sometime said prayers at bedtime like “if I die before I wake the lord my soul to keep, please watch over mommy, brother, daddy, doggy, etc. amen”. The first I knew anything about Jesus or God was from Christmas records or the record Jesus Christ Superstar. Then when I lived in Kansas City, Missouri I went to a Seventh- Day Adventist School when I was six and seven for First Grade. I learned about the Bible and some of the nice stories in the old testament, like Jonah and the whale and Jacob’s ladder. I couldn’t eat meat at school, but I don’t remember doing much else with the Seventh Day Adventists outside of school. My next year of second grade we lived in the same place, but I attended a different school, a public school. The rest of my school years I never learned anything about God, Jesus, or about the Bible in school. But God wanted me to learn some more about Him, so when I was around nine years old in West Baraboo, Wisconsin when I was in Cub Scouts I got invited to a Christian home then, they invited me to go to church and I think my Mom, brother and I went a few times, then we moved to Reedsburg, Wisconsin. Then somehow I got involve in going to Sunday School at a Baptist Church in Reedsburg and I remembered Bible verses like the Ten Commandments and won a Ten Commandments bracelet and remember some verses in Psalms and got a Psalm plate. I liked going to Sunday School and singing children Bible songs, then we moved again to Kansas City, Missouri and I didn’t attend a new church.In 1976 (I was around the age of thirteen) while my parents were having marital problems, a couple of elderly Mormon Missionary’s were allowed to come to our home and tell us about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints “Mormons”, and about Joseph Smith. Some of us toured the temple in Independence, Missouri near Kansas City. And they came back a few more times and told us about the Book of Mormon.Then during my early teen years my Mom and Dad separated and my brother and I lived with our Mom in Lee’s Summit, Missouri. She had a hard time handling two teen boys but she handled it OK; but because she worked and my brother and I were not well behaved as teens she was pressured from my Dads family into sending us to live with my Dads brother in Ogden, Utah in January of 1977.

The whole family were Mormon’s but my Aunt was raised a Mormon. My brother and I both became members of the LDS church while there, but I was super gung-ho from the start even more so than even my Aunt. I attended church all the time and did their tithe was a member on their basketball team and went to their Boy Scout events. I did all the Mormon requirements and told everybody I could, that the LDS church was the only true church. And I went as high as I could in the LDS priesthood. I was a deacon, teacher, priest, bishop, elder. Their priesthood was different than some other churches because they have an Aaronic Priesthood of boys under 18 and the Melchizedek Priesthood of men 18 and older who become Elders. I even did baptisms for the dead in the Temple in Salt Lake City, Utah. And the religion was different than other churches because they had other “Holy Books” beside the Bible and the Bible wasn’t completely correct. When the Bible wasn’t in line with Mormonism it had to have new “Mormon translations” changing and adding to the Bible to make it correct.

I would still be a Mormon today if God didn’t have something better planned. By the time I was 17 we were living in Waunakee, Wisconsin; and my Mother an Father had finally gotten a divorce. And for whatever reasons I decided to go with my Father to live with his brother in Ogden, Utah. Well a gung-ho Mormon like me is usually expected to be a Missionary for a couple of years after I got out of High School; but my Uncle was a cook in the Navy Reserves, and the benefits he got looked good to me. So I looked into the military and the Army looked good to me; so I took a test and scored very high. Then my father did something that made me not want to live with him anymore ( he tried to kill himself with a medication overdose). So I went to live with my Mom in Wisconsin.

My Mom had a boyfriend from Yuba, Wisconsin (she was raised in and around that part of Wisconsin). She eventually married him, and we moved to his dairy farm in Yuba. He like to tell stories about when he was in the Air Force, so partly because of him I decided to join the Air Force. My test scored were transferable from the Army to the Air Force and I still had high scores. I went to Milwaukee, Wisconsin to take a couple more tests and a physical. Then later I saw my recruiter in Madison, Wisconsin; and even though I had high scores and could have almost any good Air Force job. I got talked into and accepted a job that didn’t require high test scores, Security. While still a Senior at Richland Center High School, I joined the Air Force for six years under the delayed entry program (after I finished Basic Training I would skip two grades and be an Airman First Class and get paid more).

Very soon after I graduated I entered the Air Force. I was a good Mormon while in Basic Training in Lackland AFB near San Antonio, Texas. I was the Protestant airman who marched other Protestant airmen to their churches and to the LDS church on base. I was even a good Mormon for close to a year where I was stationed in Missouri; but God was working in me.

I had a friend who was a born-again Christian, Mel Pound, who was always talking to me about Christianity and I saw him living a different kind of “christian” life than I did. He kept telling me that being a Mormon was wrong and it was a cult. That many of the Mormon “Holy Books” didn’t agree with the Holy Bible and sometimes not even with the Mormon beliefs. And that the only true Christianity is only based on the Holy Bible. Well I “knew” I was a good “christian” LDS member, and I was eventually going to one of the heavens; so I told him to prove it. Over a period time and using only the Bible he proved to me that Mormonism is a cult and not Christian. He then told me how he became a Christian, (his testimony), and how everyone is a sinner and why Jesus died on the cross and why he was resurrected, and how Jesus could become part of my life.

Mel Pound, also lived the Christian life and he was a Christian who just happened to be a member with an independent Baptist kind of church. Well one afternoon in our dorm barracks on base at Whiteman AFB, near Knob Knoster, Missouri in November 1983 close to my birthdate I had another Birthday. I prayed to God telling Him that I was sorry for being a sinner and would He please forgive my sins, and told God that I accept Jesus as my Savior, and that Jesus could wash all my sins away with his blood, and please accept me into Your family so that I will one day see You in Heaven. I prayed the prayer in the name of Jesus and said Amen. {Since it has been over 23 years those might have not been my exact words I prayed but they are similar}.

Then following Jesus’ example in the Bible I was baptised under water again, because my first baptism in the Mormon church and my baptism for the dead at the temple didn’t count because they were done for unbiblical reasons. Then for about eight months I attended a Bible practicing church whenever I could, and learned about the Father, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. I also learned during that time that once you are really saved you can never lose your Salvation, but you can stumble, or not live the Christian life.

While I was in the Air Force, I got two diseases; Ulcerative Colitis, and Bronchial Asthma. And since they are uncurable diseases, and even on medication they were interfering with my Air Force work, and they didn’t want to spend more money retraining me to a different job; the Air Force medically discharged me and gave me a large severance payment.

It was July and August of 1984, and for many weeks I just lived off that money and almost never thought about God, while I did things I never got to do by myself as a kid. I went to almost every attraction and Amusement Park in and around Wisconsin Dells, Wisconsin. Well I was almost out of money so I went to the Veteran’s Administration and decided to get on their Veteran’s Hospital outpatient programs. So after some time after I had more testing done, I started to getting a monthly amount of money for disability from the V.A. while I was staying with my Mom and first step-dad.

Then I wanted to live on my own and wanted to buy more things, so I went looking for work; and for about four months I started and quit four part-time jobs. Then because I hadn’t really lived a Christian life for a while, God allowed me to sink even lower. I worked in an adult book store and novelty shop called Mall Books on State Street in Madison, Wisconsin for about ten months. And during that time I moved in with my Dad. Well my Dad drank a lot of beer every day; and every once in a while we argued about things. Then a few times while he was drunk, I didn’t drink, he tried to hit me but I held him off. Well finally I had enough, one day, out of the blue, I finished my job and left everything behind and took a flight to Los Angeles, California and became a homeless person.

Well God was still looking out for me, because I was never harmed and He led me to places to get food and to get shelter when I wanted it. And He even brought me closer to him again. I got on a young men’s Christian program at the Union Rescue Mission in Los Angeles, California. I had a bed, regular meals, and helped other homeless people. Had more Christian teaching, and had some computer lessons. Then for whatever reason I quit April 16, 1986 and started walking and hitch hiking back towards my Mom’s place in Wisconsin.

On the way home I stayed a while at the Salvation Army in Las Vegas, Nevada; then a Mission in Kansas City, Missouri; then a Men’s shelter in Madison, Wisconsin. Then I called my Mom who lived in Yuba, Wisconsin; and she came and picked me up. and I lived with her on and off for a little over a year, and almost didn’t ever think about God.

Then I lived with a friend of the family, Cheryl Kivlin, in Wisconsin Dells, Wisconsin from September 1987 to June of 1988 and babysat her kid, La Manda, and did house work for room and board. Then I got a little bit interested in God again while there and would go to a church once in a while because it was about two blocks away, and they had neat christian club that had Christian Rock and dancing that I went to a couple of times.

Well eventually I moved to Richland Center, Wisconsin to be closer to my Mom. I was in my late 30′s and on my own and felt I was missing something. So I went to First Baptist Church close to me, but for whatever reasons I didn’t like being there. Then somebody came to my apartment trying to sell me an Air Cleaner and I let him in and he saw I had Christian messages around and on my door on the inside. He asked if I was a Christian and if I wanted to go to a Christian Church and I said yes to both his questions. The church was called Richland Center Fellowship. Well I liked the pastor’s message and the modern Christian music and the Wednesday fellowship meeting; so I kept going regularly. But something was still missing for me at that church, so I quit going except I went once or twice to an Easter program with my Mom.

Well I was getting older and not making a difference in my life and I was starting to want a wife. So I put an ad in the local newspapers that I was searching for a girlfriend to become my wife. Well one of the answers by letter I got was someone who said she was a Christian. We would go walking together after she got done work. She even invited me to dinner and watching videos at her apartment a couple of times. In my letters to her and when we were together I would always mention God or verses from the Bible. Well one time she mentioned she had gone to a church a few times that I might like. She invited me to go with her one Sunday. She said I should meet her there. Well one thing that was neat was that it was being held in the Masonic building one building away from my apartment building.

Well I showed up that Sunday and she didn’t, and found out a little bit later that our friendship was over, and never really got a good reason from her. But I got over her and found out some place to jump start my Christian life again. The church was called Bible Baptist Church and some members believed what I believed in the Bible. I asked Dave Sanders, the Pastor then, some questions about what the church believed and I like the answers. Then in the church bulletin I saw that the Youth Pastor and music leader needed some help. So I volunteered to help Dale Pierce with what help he needed for music. I helped him sort out folders of music and helped him organising things. And we became good friends and he showed me how a Christian life could be led and then after a while I became a member and helped with singing at church and even eventually got involved with the Youth program after Dale and his family moved to Indiana. I later became good friends with Ron Manning, he was a member of the music program who played guitar and sang and who eventually became an Elder.

From February of 1997 to November of 2001, I was a member of Grace Community Church (the name was changed September 5, 1999 because it was an independent church not affiliated with Baptist or any other religion); then some of the members decided they wanted to join Evangelical Free Church of America and I couldn’t convince enough of the membership that what was happening wasn’t biblical so I quit my membership. So since then I haven’t been a member of any church and I don’t attend any here in Richland Center, Wisconsin because I don’t believe in going to a church that isn’t 100% biblical.

So right now I’m walking my Christian walk with Jesus alone, but I am still searching for a woman to share my life with God together. Thanks for reading and if you have any questions please ask or pick up a Bible and ask God to help Him come into your life. So there is my Christian testimony on April 12, 2007.

The year was 1991 and I was a twenty-one year old Atheist. Although I had been baptized at birth in the Methodist church, GOD had become just a myth to me. I had no need to seek Him because I knew all the answers. Then I met Terri. For the first time in my life I cared for someone other than myself. Yet she was a Christian and I was an Atheist. But GOD had a plan to tear down my old self and rebuild a new self.

I had never thought much about my own mortality. My inevitable death wasn’t real to me. But in the summer of 1992, all of that changed. One day, I was at work and suddenly felt strange. I began to feel dizzy and nervous. I had to go home. I quickly got worse and became convinced that I was dying. For two weeks, I lay in a darkened room waiting for my heart to stop. Finally, though I didn’t really believe, I started to ask GOD for help. “Please help me GOD, I don’t wanna die”. For the first time in my life, I really wanted to live. Terri’s love and friendship had given me a reason to.

I sought medical help. After many tests, they couldn’t find anything physically wrong with me. So, they suggested I get mental help. I saw both a psychiatrist and a psychologist. I was diagnosed with depression, panic attack disorder, and agoraphobia (fear of public places). This was NOT a good combination for a college student trying to attend large lectures!

Over the next three years, I began seeking GOD and slowly improving. All through this, Terri was with me, patiently helping and teaching me. I didn’t know how to pray, so I asked her. She taught me to how say “Thank You” to GOD. To this day, I always give thanks before a meal. It helps keep me centered. I read the Bible and tried to believe. But GOD still wasn’t real to me.

I had been reading about how the Israelites had been carried off in slavery to Babylon. I began to identify with their captivity. I was a slave to my afflictions, a slave to my sin, a prisoner in a fallen world. It seemed like there was nothing I could do to stop evil from winning. I began to get very depressed as the feeling of hopelessness built up. But GOD was planning a surprise that would change my life!

It was spring of 1995. I had been very depressed for quite some time about the state of the world and how my little life seemed insignificant. I felt useless, powerless, and very very sad. “I wish it would rain…” “I wish it would rain…” I thought this over and over to myself one particular day. You see, we lived in Tucson Arizona, where it rarely rains. But when it does, it’s so refreshing. The choking dust is washed from the air, from the city, and from the animals and people. The sight and smell of it always made me feel better. “I wish it would rain…” However, the likelihood of rain that day was very remote. It was all hot blue desert sky. Perhaps there were a few tiny, spotty clouds, but nothing to get hopeful over…

“I wish it would rain…”

I felt so down and depressed, I just said this over and over in my head… “I wish it would rain… I wish it would rain”. Later that afternoon, my despair had become unbearably complete. I was in my apartment crying and Terri was doing her best to comfort me. It seemed like evil and injustice were going to win and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt like one of the prisoners of Babylon. The city where I was living, my country, even the whole world felt like Babylon. The Babylon of the Old Testament and of the New. The Babylon from Revelation : “Fallen! Fallen is Babylon the Great! She has become a home for demons and a haunt for every evil spirit…” ( Rev 18:2 )

Evil was everywhere and it was triumphing over Good. There was NOTHING I could do about it. So, there I was, consumed with despair and crying; Terri trying to comfort me. Then, something happened that my stubborn scientific mind couldn’t explain…

The weight of my despair about the state of the world and the helplessness I felt welled up inside me. Then from the depths of my soul and all my being, in a loud voice I cried out to GOD:

“MY GOD, I FEEL LIKE I’M LIVING IN BABYLON ! “

* splash * * Splash * * Splash * * SPLASH! *

As the echo of my cry reached my ears, I heard another sound. The sound of rain hitting the roof! Suddenly, I felt my anguish turn inside-out. It was replaced with joy, hope, peace and the knowledge of a Living, Loving GOD! My sobs had turned to laughter!

GOD had given me my rain. For the first time, I Believed… I KNEW… that GOD is REAL !

Well, it began to rain, and then pour! We went outside and viewed an awesome and incredible sight. From my second floor apartment we could see nothing but blue sky all around the city, except for directly overhead. It was raining buckets right over my apartment. Others noticed the sudden downpour and emerged with puzzled looks on their faces, staring at the sky in amazement. Me, I just grinned and enjoyed GOD’s answer to my silent prayer.

I realized that I had been given a very special gift : a sign from GOD. A sign that He knows our thoughts and needs. I believe He wanted me to know that He’s in control and evil is NOT going to win! I was seeking Him with all of my heart and soul. I had called out to Him and He had answered in miraculous fashion.

This is the testimony that I share with you today. That GOD is real, knows our inner-most thoughts, and loves us all very, very much. Enough to send a sign from heaven to an Atheist turned Seeker. Well, now I’m a BELIEVER! This experience, that my scientific mind couldn’t explain was the beginning of my BELIEF. It’s the mustard seed of FAITH that’s now growing inside me.

paul britt

IS IT CRIME TO BE A CHRISTIAN

The Life and Testimony Of a Converted Muslim

I Hassan, born in a orthodox family where I was hearing always about the Islam; my parent sent me to the Islamic school to learn the Quran. They want make me Hafiz’ Qari and a good preacher of Islam. I taught Quran by heart, [memorized Quran] and was studying to learn more so that I can teach to other people about the Islam. According to my faith, Islam was a good and perfect religion and I was against to the second big religion Christianity. My only vision was to convert Christians to the Islam.

I always says that Christian people are foolish and mad because they believe that the Jesus Christ is the Son of God. Is Mary was the wife of God? There were many questions in my mind, which I can ask to Christian people. How a man, Jesus Christ, can save you? How you can call God the Father? God is God, and He has no wife that He can have Children.

Since 1975, I was at my uncle’s Shop, where some Christian organization were throwing hand bills regarding the Christianity, and I decided to read it so that I can debate with Christian, and I can guide them because they don’t know about the truth. When I started studying the scripture, interest increased in myself and, instead of converting soul to Islam, I felt some power is pulling me to the Christianity ~ to know much more about the truth and time came I was fully agreed with the scripture. Since that day and my stage, I could not return to Islam. Let me explain how interest increase in myself and force me to know more about Christ.

I was praying and asking to Allah for help for the wisdom and knowledge so that I can convert Christians to the Islam. Hand bills that I pick was Gospel of John and when I read it, my eyes were opened through the scripture. When I started reading,
John 1:1-2
1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
2 He was with God in the beginning.

I laughed on Christian mind and say they are foolish nation, they do not know that in the beginning was the Allah, and they believe something word, surely they are stupid and it will be easy to convert them into Islam.

I was continue praying to Allah for to accomplish my vision converting Christian into the only and holy religion of Islam. One night I saw in dream, a man dressed in white appeared and asked me do you want to convert Christians to the Islam? Yes I answered, read the Quran with meanings in your own language. It was encouragement to me to know that there is some power helping me to know more about the truth and I will convert them and in this way I will go to heaven.

I started studying the Quran and read about Jesus that God call Him word of His mouth, or word of God or Word from God. I was shocked to read this the same thing I read in the Gospel of John that in the beginning was word. It allow me to read more carefully, than again same person appeared in dream, Asked do you want to know more about Truth so that you can convert Christian into Islam? Yes I answered. Read the Quran in your own language. I continue studying in my own language and found that Quran call Jesus the Spirit of God or Spirit from God, or Spirit from Him.

I was very upset that what I am reading and confuse on what to do? Again third time same person appeared and asked do you want to know more about the truth? Yes I answered. Read the Quran in your own language. I continue studying and found that Jesus in only the one in who perform Miracle, have power to heal the leprous and give sight to the blind born by birth. Jesus is only the in Quran spoke out when He was child infant, that I am a servant of God and God made me prophet. I continue studying and found most my questions that I could ask Christian. I was surprised when I read in Quran, Jesus say, blessed is the day when I was born, when I will die and when I will raise again. I found so much from Quran as for me it was un holy to read the Bible because according to my knowledge it is not a true copy of the original Bible.

Then, I met a preacher of Gospel who told me more and helped me to study the Bible thoroughly. I was aware of the Muslim’s religion. I studied and compared the Bible with the Quran, where I found that Jesus Christ is not only the prophet but He is Lord and God with us on earth, who has power to forgive anybody’s sins. In the mean while, when I talked to my family and friends about the truth, a conflict arose between us which brought fight between other people and me.

My parents and few friends call a preacher of Islam to teach me. They asked me some questions and request me to change the decision.

The big question was, How you can call God the Father? I proved it with reference. But, preacher of Islam was not agree yet, says God is God, you can’t call God the Father this is a big sin if you will call God the Father. And you have to apologize otherwise you will be punished.

Preacher said you are out of mind and devil is working in you. I don’t know what he whisper to others and they beat me severely. My chin was apart and my clothing were wet with running blood. It was so painful. But, this pain was a sweet pain because it was because of my faith’ and I proved that my faith is true. A Muslim doctor stitched my chin.

Since 1976, when my father said you can not eat with us you can not live with us and you can not get share in my property because now you are a non Muslim and you knows very well that, according to the Islam, your punishment is death. But, I want to give you some time so that you can think about your wrong decision.

It was second week of January 1976 when my parents kick me out from house with these word that from now we don’t have any relationship with you, from now you are pagan for us, and still we will be ready to accept you if you can come to mosque and announce that you don’t believe this paganism.

Many time, Muslims people and a Islamic organization tried to kill me. But, God saved me from every step of evil.

I was running and sharing testimony, city to city. Few friends told me that your parents and a religious group are looking to kill you because you are a bad example for them.

I ran away to other city where, a principal of a Christian technical training center, a British man kept me and I spent there two years; one year training for electrician and one year to serve the Lord in town and villages.

After a few month, when Muslims heard that I am living in “CTTC” [Christian Technical training center], they sent few bad characters people to kidnap me. When a British Teacher saw and listens what they are whispering, he told principal and he ordered to shift me to other nearest city. It was a big old hospital building that they bought for mission work and I spent there two month. After two month, principal call me back for final examination for my trade because I was away from CTTC, for two month, and I passed this examination with grade C.

I wrote a book titled “Christianity or Islam” and I sent it to a Christian press. They answered, we can not print it because Muslim can burn our press because of this book. Then, I sent it to the USA. A brother wrote me, Muslim are looking for Sulman Rushdi, writer of satanic verses, and we can’t print it, for your sake, because Muslims can kill you and we don’t want it.

Sulman is of Indian origin and Iranian Government issue decree to kill him. But Gov of France give him asylum and security. I am not sure whether still he is alive or not.

I was missing my home city and, after two years, when I return to my city, a Christian man gave me a room to live. Next to my room, a preacher of gospel was living with his family. They were aware of my situation. When few people beat me severely because of my religion and same preacher of gospel look after me for whole night, he was praying for my life when I was terribly injured. He provided me medical treatment and, after a few days, he said I love you and your faith. I want to ask you if you can live with me, as my a family member.
He moved to another area and I spent few years with them.

My brothers heard that I am back to home city. One of them contacted me, Hassan still we are waiting for you. Please, just go to mosque and pretend that still you are Muslim. Please, for our mother sake, because she is sick because of this situation. Please, she is waiting for you.

How I can leave my life? How I can leave my Savior who has died for me? I answered.

My brother changed the topic. He smiled and says we are glad that you have come back. Mother can not wait to see you and we realize that we really treated you wrong, and we want to welcome you back to the family. We will celebrate it with good memory. We will arrange a big party today; whole family will eat together.

I accepted the invitation. I said this is answers of my prayers and I will join my family again.

Same day, in the evening, I was with my father and brothers when I greet my mother. She was weeping and cried tears of joy. It was obvious she had done everything possible to make the reunion a happy occasion. Everyone one was happy at this occasion and table was overloaded with food. My mother cooked my favorite dishes.

When I dipped my fingers in food, my father and brothers were talking about the family business. I told them shortly about my travels and about my faith. No one was trying to convince me to return to the Islam.

My brother and father are whispering when still I was eating, I suddenly became very ill. My arms and legs prickled and went to sleep, blood was running from my nose and body was convulsed with pain. I was praying to God in my heart because I knew that what they did with me. They gave me poison in food. Then, I remembered when few friends told me that I am a bad example for the family and the religion of Islam. I ran out to the road.

A riksha [taxi driver] asked me where you want to go? When I saw a cross is hanging in his motor riksha, asked his name, he said, my name is Peter. I went to my preacher and he took me to a hospital, where doctor washed my stomach. Praise the Lord, who saved me from the step of evil and gave me life. I was terribly sick because of poison reaction, and preacher and a brother in Christ sent me to a village where I spent few days until I got better.

I was very dis-hearted and feel so discouraged what is next and always think that anytime Muslim can kill me. One evening around 9:00pm I wan sitting in Church and thinking if I can return home because this pain of suffering is to much for me and I can not bear it any more, I am alone weak and tired and torn. Suddenly I feel as I am sleeping and my body become as I am a little baby, someone dressed in white robe holding me in His arms and caring and sustaining as like a mother hold her sick child and child feel so comfortable in mother’s hands. I could not see His face as I was just a child hold in His arms but He was in white dressed, after few minutes when I was lying on the floor I felt so comfortable and it make me strong, and till that day I feel someone with me always taking care of me.

Up to this day I always feel as someone with me and comfort me at the time when I feel uncomfortable. He encourages me when I feel discourage. He sustains me at the time of sorrow and cry.

Brothers in Christ decided that I should leave the country for a while. And I ran away to other countries so that I can hide myself. I went to Iran, Turkey, Syria, Cyprus, Bulgaria, Yugoslavia, Austria, and China.

God is great. He can use His servant anywhere and he used me in Syria, at the Syrian’ check post when police put me in a basement prison. I asked what is the charge, they did not answer. After a week from the basement prison, where you can not see the light, they took me to the central prison of Damascus and my charge was that I have a full bag of scripture and you can not preach Christianity in our country, and now you will be in prison for two and half month. When I entered in prison, a prisoner Australian Citizen, name David, welcome me and gave me few instruction.

I was continue to praying to God Father, why you brought me here. Please, let me know what is my fault. I was feeling myself very alone in prison. Most time, I was spending in prayer and in singing for the Lord.

After a nine week, police brought a British young man, named Allen, in prison. He was dressed in Syrian clothes and Muslims prisoners and workers in prison were together and were praising their God. When I asked a prisoner the reason that why you were together, he said praise the God that this British man changed his Christian religion and now he is a Muslim, and we are happy that now he will go through heaven. We are glad that we convert a Christian to the Islam.

I was very sad about this situation. It was against to my faith. When I was looking to Allen, he is continue going to Mosque and acting in their prayers as they were doing in mosque.

Father, how Allen can convert to Islam? O, Jesus, I am sure Allen is not aware of Islam. Then, why he deny you before many people?

One day, I asked to God, Father, I can’t face it everyday and I want to ask this young man that what is the fault he have seen in my Jesus Christ. Is this is the fault that Jesus has died for you? Is this is the fault that He is crucified for you? Father, give me wisdom and knowledge, and I will talk to him.

11 o’clock at night, I went to his bed, afraid that he can tell to the Muslims about this meeting, about the religion. But, I decided I have to talk. He was smoking when I greet him, Hi!

He said, Hi!

My name is Hassan and I am from Asia.

He answered, I am Allen from UK.

I asked, what is the charge against you?

I can see the tears in his eyes he said, I was in hotel. Someone stolen my passport. Police brought me here because I don’t have proof of my citizenship. I am very much worried because UK embassy is not in this country. I don’t know what I should do.

When I heard his story, it make me sad. I asked, what is your religion?

Answered, I am Muslim.

From How long you are Muslim?

I accepted Islam in this country.

Did you studied about the Islam?

No.

Are you Muslim? He asked me question.

I said, no, I am a Asian Christian. He was screaming when I told him that I am converted from Islam to Christianity. He told me that he changed his religion because of the charge that he loose his passport. One Muslim advise him, if you will change your religion, police will treat you as a good person. Otherwise, they can torture you.

I promise to Allen, I will pray for you and I will talk to a Australian friend if he can help you. At night, we were praying together.

One day, I saw David in next campus. I spoke to him little about the Allen and his situation. David told me Syrian are very against to British people. Therefore, they kick out UK embassy from Syria. But, God is great and He will help us. David promise me that he will talk to the Australian embassy, if they can help Allen.

David wrote a letter to the Australian embassy and, after few days, three people, from Australian embassy, came for visit to Allen. They brought some fruit, cloth, and a pocket size copy of the New Testament. They promised for help.

After two days, a man came from Australian Embassy with ticket and a emergency passport for Allen.

He gave me a huge hug and says, O, Father, forgive me. You are so good to me. His last word was to me, my friend, I am thankful to God that I am a Christian and I am thankful to you for all kind of help, and for you that you reminded me and proved that our God is alive.

I gave thanks to God, Father, thank you that I am not alone. Thank you that you can use your children anywhere.

After a two days, a police man called me and said, you are released. And he said he was enjoying when I was singing songs in my language. Police bus released me at the Turkish border.

I was sick and tired and could not find the job in Turkey. I decided to return to Iran. When I went to Iranian embassy for visa, they required to charge $50.00 at the Iranian border. It make me sad because I had $45.00 in my pocket. I fast for one day, to ask God for money so that I can get visa for Iran. I was in prayer and I decided to tell the Iranian embassy that I don’t have money.

After prayer, I went to Iranian consulate and I told him whole story that how Syrian put me in prison and now I don’t have money. He was happy when I was talking in Persian language. He said, give me your passport. I will see if I can help you. Next day, when I asked him, he said, this is against to our law but I don’t know why I stamped visa on your passport. It was great joy. I praised to God for the help.

I went to Iran, in Tehran City, where few friends welcome me and they helped me to find the job. I was working in a scale factory, named ‘Benazeer’, out of Tehran. I was worshiping with a church at the University Road, in Tehran.

During the first week when I reached in Iran, I went to church and I met Ali’ a Iranian; Muslim friend who was studying about the Christianity. I told him about myself, that how I accepted Christ my Savior.

After a month, he proclaims and accepted the Jesus as his Savior. He was working in Air Force and was living with his brother. When his brother heard that Ali’ is interested in Christianity, he kick him out from house.

When I left Iran, Ali’ was seeking for shelter in his own country and I was ashamed that why I couldn’t help Ali’. When I told Ali that, tomorrow, I am leaving your country, he was sad.

Then, I went to China and stayed there for a month. I contacted to brothers in Christ, in my motherland, so that I can return to my own land. Same day, when a military man who was also a religious leader died in plane crash, I returned to my motherland.

It was a great joy. There is no place like the motherland. But sometime, it is very difficult when you are not safe in your own home.

When Muslims heard that I am back, they tried to kill me by accident and they crushed my legs. God sent some people and they took me to a nearest hospital, which is belong to a Prime minister of Country.

When Christian world heard about this incident, they were praying for me. Muslims were happy that now I will never walk and I will spend my life as a disable person.

God is great and He is always so good to me. I spent more than one and half year like a disable person and my God saved me. Now, I can walk and work. But up to now, sometime inside pain remind me that God is alive and he brought me to the life when I was on bed, like a dead person.

God gave me new life. But, I was not able to travel. I decided to live in a town so that I can hide myself from this evil world.

I brought a mini truck and decided to start a business, so that I can get my daily needs. I started work as a salesman with a food factory. After a few month, after some struggle, I won the market; as God is with me and I was starting my work with prayer and guidance from God. He really blessed me and gave me a name in this failed. When other workers heard that I am converted from Islam to Christianity, they beat me and, after a year, I left that factory.

After a few days, God gave a contact for other factory and I got the job as sales supervisor. After a year, when people heard that I am a converted from Islam to Christianity, before they persecute me I left the factory.

I joined a other food factory. They were happy with my job and they gave me distribution for their products. I spent two years with them and, when I left this place because of my faith, a friend told me a job as a salesman. I went to there for interview and I was selected.

Church advise me to marry and I marry to a Christian lady. Sarah, my wife, was working as a staff nurse in a government hospital. Life was smooth and we were happy in our home. Three years later, God blessed us with a baby boy. Then, just over a year later, God blessed us with a baby girl. We were living in town, away from the enemies of faith.

It was April 1998, I was working as a salesman. One day, in my factory where I was working, a Muslim man asked me, let us to go to mosque for prayer. I ignored him, as I didn’t hear him. He asked me again and repeat it three time.

After that, he asked one of my driver, why your boss is not going to mosque.

He answered, how he can go to mosque? He is Christian.

No how, he can Christian. In our record, he is Muslim; by his name and father’s name.

When he insists, my driver he said, why are you asking me? Ask him he is converted from Islam to Christianity.

It was too much for a Muslim. He talked to other fellows. They beat me severely. They said, why you didn’t inform us when you join the factory? We were eating with you and we don’t know that you are a unholy person. They beat me and broken my truck. I ran away. They warn me to leave the factory and return to the Islam.

I left everything. I talked to a Christian friend about the situation. He was sorry to help me.

One day, I was with a preacher of gospel when, 10:30 at night, he dropped me at home. Burglars had forcefully opened the safe with a steel bar. Money, jewelry, and other many things were gone.

We called to other brothers for help. We pray together for the wisdom and decided that we will not go to police, because police can arrest me because of my faith. I was praying to God for help and was asking to God for wisdom, and I told God, I am leaving this country. Father, you know they warn me and they want to kill me and my family. Please, help me.

A converted brother whom we love, who is working as a preacher, he came to me and said, I am very sorry for the situation. He talked to a friend who is a Bishop.

One day, Bishop call me and said, I am sorry for everything. I wish if I can help you and he provided me help to escape to the UAE.

One day, same Bishop phone me from next state, to me in UAE, that he want me to introduce to a couple, they are servants of Lord. It was really a great fellowship, when I met a Dutch couple husband and wife. I felt that God blessed me through this couple. They are lovely people and you can see the God from their lives. They asked me to see my wife in my country and, after few days, my wife told me about their meeting.

It brought tears in my eyes when my wife phone me and was explaining me about their love. My wife told me she met her, as she is her mother. She said she was screaming with me, as I am her real daughter ~ when my wife told, to the great Dutch couple, about our past; how Muslims robbed our house. She presented a precious gift, a diamond ring, to my wife. This precious ring will stay with us until we are in this world. It will remind us the love of God and it will explain us the love of his children.

I was fasting and praying in the UAE. I was praying to God, Father, guide me about my future.

One day, I received a phone call from Nashville, Tennessee, USA. A brother said, we heard about you and we are very sorry. He said, we have a brother next to your state, named Larry K. Harm. He is a USA national. We already talk to him and he will help you. I took his phone and address and went to his state.

When I phoned, his servant told me that brother Larry K. Harm is in office. When she phone him in office, he came to see me. Hi! My name is Larry and you must be Hassan.

Yes, I answered. Brother Larry K. Harm gave me a good respect and asked about my need. He asked me if I need money. I told him I have different problem, that I ran away from my country because of religious persecution and I can’t return to my country. He said, we will pray for you and we will help you as we can.

One day, he phoned me that he has contacted to Swaziland, where church can give you shelter. I don’t have word to explain about their love. Larry K. Harm’s family and the church treated me as I am their real brother.

After a one-month, I flew to South Africa where a friend who sponsor me for this trip received me at the airport. I could not see my brother, Larry K. Harm, again. But, they will be continue in my prayers. Praise the Lord, who helped me to flee the persecution from UAE.

After a few month, Brother Larry K. Harm and the church brought my wife and children to UAE and, after a week, they see off my family for Swaziland. I am thankful to God for the wonderful families and their undying love.

One day, I received a packet from Holland. It was a great joy when I open it and received a wonderful book. It is written by same wonderful Dutch Servant of God whom I met in UAE. Book title is “Hidden Sorrow Lasting Joy”, from a world wide Christian Organization, where she also wrote my story. They make worldwide prayer request for us and so many people in the world are praying for us. We can not forget their love and I can’t value ate their love with anything in the world. I want to say that they are servants of the Lord and the blessed people in this world.

So, I spent over 6 years in Swaziland. Church applied, for USA and Canada, for us so that we can live an independent life, but refused. When a friend told me that situation is bit better in our country, I decided to return to home land. I have been visiting South Africa and Mozambique couple of time.

Wednesday, 08, September 2004, I was attacked by some fanatic Muslims in Pakistan and injured badly, but saved and alive by the special grace of God.

In March 2005 I was introduced by an American friend to a brother in Christ in South Africa name “Johan Lourence” When I told Johan about my conversion he just wrote an invitation letter to visit him in Pretoria. I asked my wife about this invitation and we decided to keep it in prayers. At the second week of March we just applied to South African embassy for visit visa and start waiting might they will call us for interviews. It was God’s plan for us to apply for South African visas and it was revealed upon us later. Satan was busy working against me and trying to punish me with death sentences.

I was serving through Internet among Muslims and people from other religions. One day I received email from a Muslim friend where he asked me few questions and it was so easy for me to give him with answers. He asked me how we can call God the Father or Jesus the Son of God and it was easy for me to prove from the teaching of Islam and he was agree with me.

In April 2005, I received a legal notice from attorney that I spoke against the Islam and he want me to get into court, getting a converted Christian into means they will punish him/her with death penalty as they have done to many like me. We started pray about this issue and asked to our mighty God for help. We asked Him to move on our behalf and force South African High commission to act on our application.
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I wrote some of Brothers and sisters in Christ about this legal notice, some advice me leave the country immediately before he files charges in court otherwise it will be a big problem for you. One brother even advice me on what to do in country of destination. It make my life so miserable and we could not sleep in peace until we left the country. After prayer I decided to leave the country and start continue praying to God for help.

Legal notice from an attorney

No. MISE/4/05 Dated. 12-04-05
To,
Mr. ——– son of Niaz Ali resident of Kashana Asad But street, inside Dil Kusha Lahore.

Dear Sir,

I have been instructed by my client Mr. Asad Ehsan Son of Ch. Ehsan Qadir resident of House House No, 275-N samamabad Lahore, to serve upon you with the following Legal Notice:-
1- Whereas you got published an article about converting of your faith/Religion from Muslim to Christian and while commented upon back ground for converting your religion from Muslim to Christian you with deliberated and malicious intention of outraging the religious feeling of all Muslims including my client by using words in written manner and attempted to insult the religion of Islam .Para 6 of your article is reproduced below for reference:-
“ Entire world knows that Pakistan is very difficult country for Minority especially for Christian. According to the Islamic Rules and regulation of Islam if someone convert from Muslim to Christian will be arrested immediately and can sentenced death punishment and his all property can be snatched by fundamentalist Islamic.”
2- Your point of view about religion of Islam as well as Pakistan is highly Objectionable & misrepresentation of facts and caused hurt to every Muslim of Pakistan.
3- Your statement referred to above is an Offence under Section 295-A, Pakistan Penal Code and liable to be punished with imprisonment of either description for a term which may extend to ten years or with fine or with both.

Now by this legal notice you are advised to return back your statement against the principal of Islam otherwise I have clear instruction from client to move legal machinery against you and get remedy from the court of law at your costs &risks.

A copy of this legal notice is retained in this office.

I received a phone call from Attorney that you are a bad example to Islam it is better for you to come back and we will provide you whatever you need, bring your family in Mosque and pretend that you was wrong and Christian provide you with money to become a Christian. He asked me the name of Christian who keeps Converted from Islam into Christianity.

I answered him Sorry I can not accept Islam and Christian do not force and keep converted but I accept Jesus by myself and it was my personal decision. He was angry and threatens me to file charges in court. I was thinking he is just talking and trying to bring me back into Islam but after few days I saw a policeman at my door asking for that there is summons for Mr. ——– to appear in court before Judge. It was enough for me understand what they will do with me. Of course surely they will charge me under death sentences. They can kill me anytime as they have already killed many like me. So I left the home and decided to leave the country.

In same week I received a packet from South African High Commission and found our Passports with visas and we thank God for that as even they did not call us for interviews. Praise the Lord for all His help and love for me and my family.

It was 27th of April when I saw police on the door asking for me to come into court but we were able to escape. By the help of God we were able to move into a friend’s home and on 29th on April at 10:30 pm we just move into the Air Port building as police was searching for us. We give thanks to God that we were able to fly at 3:30am and arrived at Johannesburg International air port at 4:45pm.

A very good friend of mine and relative to my wife who also hide me at his home in Pakistan when Police was searching for me, after a two week he sent me rest of papers from Court with charges where Attorney mention some other charges as well and also that I spoke filthy language against the Islam, even I do not know what he is talking about as they are falls charges.

God is with us and taking care of in His mysterious ways, I want o share a testimony with you. One day there was not food at home and I was praying to God for help and think how I will explain children. Same hour I received a phone call from a person who I do not know before. And he asked me come over as he want to talk with me. I walked as it was about 20 Minutes walk from my home. He asked me some question and I share my faith with him and when I left he said if you need any spiritual need tell us and will pray for you. I left him with the words of thanks that he will pray for me but ask to God, Father you know that we are in need of physical thing we need food but he want to pray for us.

Before sun down again I received phone call from same person that I am at your gate please can you come at the gate. I went and he handed me over bread and some soup. So I call my wife to come and serve food to children and decided to leave some for tomorrow.

Jesus said do not worry about tomorrow it will take care of itself. Tomorrow same time I received phone call from same brother that I am a t your gate please come over. He park his car inside the yard and open the back show me that I brought some food for you I hope you will be able to eat it. There was so much and my wife was confused where to put this all and what to eat.

I remind my wife the promise of our Lord.
Heb 13:5-6
5. Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.”
6. So we say with confidence, “The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?”

By the grace of God I am well and alive in South Africa with many Christian brothers and Sisters in Christ. I serve the Lord with a local Church and my desire is to spread the Gospel of Christ among all people. God is so good to me and my family and He is taking care of us and provides all we need. We met some wonderful Servants of God and get encouraged through them.

Article Published in Miracle Time, and Phone call death threats from Muslims

It was February 2006 when a Sister in Christ Dr. Rosalie told me that she is working for a local Christian News paper called, The Miracle Time, and she want to published an article on me. Her motif was to help me and make me known among other Christians, most important for me was to glorify the name of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

In March article was published in Miracle Time, with my House Tel and Mobile Tel NOS. In same week we were learn that Muslim also read this news paper and I received some phone calls from Unknown Numbers that, you are a bad example to Islam how you dare to convert from Islam into Christianity? Leave the Christianity otherwise we will kill you and your family.I talk to one of our Pastor and he advise me to change the Tel. Numbers that I changed in same week. After that there were no more phone calls and I stop attending mobile phone calls without ID or whom I do not know.

Letter received from Muslims

In the name of Allah Most gracious and merciful.

Dear Mr. ————–

I am reading your ugly statement about the last prophet Mohammad (Peace be upon Him) and also about the Holy Quran and the religion of Islam. You are disgracing our religion and Holy Quran with the last prophet(Peace be upon Him) for years. I want to let you know that you hurts our feeling, and I want you to stop publishing such ugly statement about our Holy religion.

You say you was Hafiz and a preacher of Islam, read the Holy Quran above and tell me how you dare you convert from Islam into paganism? You call Jesus the son of God and Mary the wife of God, God forbid it is so ugly statement about Allah. Can you see God with wife? Or talking with His son? Allah is Holy never has wife or son, you must admit it. Mr. you disgrace not only the Prophet Mohammad (Peace be upon Him) but Holy Quran and the great religion of Islam and you must die. You have no right to live on this earth.

Mr. ——– you are deceived by western paganism, your belief is a seed from paganism and anyone who against the Islam we consider him enemy. Yes we declared war against the paganism and your punishment is death, you and your family have no right to disgrace our religion and you must die.

I warn you to return to Islam and ask for forgiveness’, and renounce your faith.

May Allah show you the right path, ——— Alhamdu-lillah you was Muslim and will die a Muslim, your children must grow in Islam.
Allah is with all Muslims and can not allow a Muslim to spend life with enemy of Allah and His Prophet Mohammad (Peace be upon Him) do not waist your time and return to the right path. Otherwise it is not the end of story we will not sit and calm until you punished.

Again I want to inform you that Publishing your ugly statement in pagan news paper disgrace our religion and hurt the feelings of so many Muslims, we will not ask any question but want you to return to Islam or get ready for punishment, Mr. ——– you and your family must die it is only punishment you deserve.

Tell your pagan fellows that you will never live in peace, we are coming to destroy you.

You know very well that we Muslim do not fear to die but love death more than life. So awake and leave the paganism, they are ugly destroyer and murderer. They are destroying whole Islamic countries and we can not sit and watch. They use money to buy innocent Muslims, It is time to awake and join the war against paganism and turn this world into Islam.

May Allah and His prophet (Peace be upon Him) be with you and show you the right path. Jazak-Allah

Abdullah Al- Jabbar

Abduction and Power of God.

It was March 31 Friday evening when some loving Christian brothers from other Church came into my house for prayer. We spent some hours and they prayed for our safety and protection.

It was around 4:00 am when my wife awake me and say that there is some noise out side as someone knock our door. I say puppies are hungry and looking for food, I decide to feed them. When I open the door I saw three men with guns pointing on my head force me to take the keys with me and open the main gate. I opened the gate and they took me to the double cab was parked near by, push me into it and asked, now you can call your Jesus for help. I started praying in my heart, asking to God for help and mercy. They drugged me and chained my hands backward, lock both hands and third lock with body, there was no way to escape. I fell asleep and suddenly felt that car is broken, I found myself in another small bucki. I think when they drugged me after that sometime they transfer me into this small car.

Car was broken and I was awaked and they were trying to start. It was dark road no light and cars or person, many trees along the road. I stared praying Father help me, finally they start the Car and it came into my mind why I can not jump out. My hands were tied chained but third lock that was locked with body of car was open. It was good time to jump off, when they put can in gear same time I jumped out. I was weak and powerless and I do not know from where this power came and I was running at the dark road.

They could not see me in dark and God allow their car to stop and open the lock. I was running to light for away and after few minutes I was at the road by a petroleum station. I fell on ground as I was very tired of running and hungry and thirsty. A lady asked me and I told her and asked to call Police for help. She helped me to phone to my friends, when I request my friend please can you take my wife and children into your home, he says they are already with him and safe. Case was open in our city and brethren were praying for my safety.

Police came and break the locks and set my hands free, when they ask me and contact the police in my city, case was registered there and they decided to send me back. By the help of our living God I was set free from the step of evils. According to police might they were trying to take me into nearest port so that they can take me into another country. But GOD failed all their evil plans and He show His power to prove that He is alive. Praise be to Him.

Right now we are trying to leave this country and some friends in USA trying to help us to get into any safe place and country where we can live without fear and act as a Christian.

CONTINUE

In His Love,

Hassan
Name changed for security reasons

CARVED ON HIS PALMS

( Testimony of BROTHER KUNAL MUKHERJEE)

Experience of a new life of redemption through the Blood of the Lamb and forgiveness of sins came to KUNAL MUKHERJEE -(one born of staunch Hindu Brahmin parents in West Bengal) at the age of 42 in a miraculous way on 31st May 1994. Despite having everything in the world – so to say, big jobs, well-to-do family, high education, chequered status and position in the society — Kunal did not have one thing: PEACE. By virtue of his upbringing in religious ambience, Kunal developed in him an unquenchable hunger to know God and the supernatural power. That longing for God, made him ramble around the whole country from pillar to post. Visited all the renowned places of pilgrimage. Had many inter-personal discourses on Religion, Spirituality, and Divinity et al with many prominent saints, monks, and priests of varied religious strata. Had even gone into the vortex of personally practicing occultism, black magic and utmost banalities of mysticism. Dissatisfied at every endeavor, Kunal finally accepted a guru at Rishikesh (UP) and tried to look into his long cherished desire of knowing God come true. Nothing could give Kunal the optimum yield till came 16th January 1994, when he faced a mild cardiac disorder while at work. Having returned home from the ICCU, Kunal started introspecting his life and deeds vis-à-vis achievements. At one particular point of time he paused to understand that he was a sinner and needed to lead a sinless life. Five months from then (during these days, his financial condition went haywire as he had lost his job) the excruciating pangs of mundane reality started biting Kunal every moment of his existence. On 30th May 1994, an utterly shattered and dejected Kunal Mukherjee proceeded towards Lallu Bhai Park of the Andheri West (Mumbai) to find an exit from the life of despondence and despair. In line with his erstwhile religious faith, Kunal wanted to have a second birth. He chose to commit suicide. At that particular point of time, he met somebody who was meditating on the Words of the Living God. Through a pedantic tête-à-tête, or a religious discourse, for that matter, Kunal came to understand that it was not the body, but the soul that needed regeneration. It touched him. Hungry to derive more on the subject, and not knowing what was in store for him, Kunal went to see Mr. Terry Athaide the next day as advised. After a prolonged debating process of religious annihilation, a disgruntled Kunal virtually allowed Terry to pray for him. Read the rest of this testimony »

I was a Christian and had been for a number of years – but I was a broken man. I had lost everyone and everything that was dear to me. I had lost my wife, my self respect and most telling of all , I had lost my faith… I still believed, but I had no faith! And so I began to wander through life fairly aimlessly – disillusioned with the Church, with God, with myself and with life in general – looking for answers but finding none.

I became intrigued with the occult. I read copiously and found a power that I felt I lacked, and most importantly, I found something that I sorely needed… a place to belong.

I began to practice daily rituals, relied on divination before making decisions and made contacts within the Pagan community, joining the Pagan Alliance and traveling to attend major gatherings, though I was still, at this time, what is known as a ‘Solitaire’, one who practiced alone rather than in a Coven.

Cutting a long story short, I eventually found myself in regional Western Australia, and traveling the 200kms to Perth every week for a year or so, to train with the Coven that I was originally Initiated into.

I met other Pagans in my own area and a “study circle” formed consisting of a number of Seekers as well as 1st and 2nd Degree Wiccan Initiates. The ‘powers-that-be’ in Perth decided to give the group ‘official’ recognition and I was installed as the High Priest – and so the ‘Circle of the Mystic Moon’ was formed.

Coming from a Christian background to Paganism I had a much stronger evangelistic bent than Pagans normally do, and the new Coven ran ads in the local press announcing our first formal ‘Outer Court’ training session. All concerned – in what some considered to be the ‘buckle of the Bible belt’ – realized that there was bound to be a response from local Christians, but no-one could have anticipated quite the reaction it received! Read the rest of this testimony »

The life of Sadhu Sundar Singh was most remarkable in it’s Christ-likeness. He was born amidst the depths of Indian culture and religion, and into a Sikh family. During the early part of his life, Sundar’s mother would take him week by week to sit at the feet of a sadhu, an ascetic holy man, who lived some distance away in the rainforest.

But with the death of his beloved mother when he was only fourteen years old, the young Sundar grew increasingly despairing and aggressive. His hatred of the local missionaries and Christians culminated in the public burning of a bible, which he tore apart page by page and threw, into the flames.

Yet before long Sundar was intent on taking his own life. Sundar had arrived at a point of desperation: he had decided to throw himself under the Ludhiana express if God did not reveal to him the true way of peace.

At three in the morning he rose from his bed and went out into the moonlit courtyard for the ceremonial bath observed by devout Hindus and Sikhs before worship. He then returned to his room and knelt down, bowed his head to the ground and pleaded that God would reveal himself. Yet, nothing happened. Read the rest of this testimony »

The Testimony of Monthir

I was born and raised in a conservative Muslim family. Ever since I was ten years old I’ve been reading the Quran on a daily basis and performing my Islamic duties such as fasting and prayer. Then when I was twelve, I started going to the Friday prayer at the mosque next door every week. Read the rest of this testimony »

Ibrahim’s Testimony

I am Ibrahim who, for the sake of my family’s security, go also by the nickname Timothy Abraham. I am a simple Egyptian from the Delta region. Farms surrounded me from every side with streams of the luxurious Nile River endowing life with fertility. I had a strong Islamic upbringing in my childhood, studying in the village shop for teaching the Quran (al-Kutaab). They taught me to fear God (Allah in Arabic) who created the Heaven and the earth in six days. There was not a single reason to doubt a religion which emphasized fearing God, doing good work and living a moral life. The recitation of the Quran was meant to produce a sense of tranquillity. I enjoyed the Sufi circle of worship, as they adored the person of Muhammad. This was Abu-al-Azayem’s group. I was searching for more closeness with Allah Almighty. Read the rest of this testimony »

Walid explains his personal journey to discovering Jesus Christ. He mentions Koranic versus, Biblical scriptures, and historical events that contributed to his discovery. Walid has written many articles and 2 books: Israel and the World’s Mock Trial and Islam and the Final Beast

My name is Walid. I was born in Bethlehem, Israel. On the day that I was born it was one of the holiest days to Islam, the birthday of the Muslim prophet Mohammad (Al-Mauled Al-Nabawi). This was an honor to my father. For that, he named me Walid which relates to the Arabic word (Mauled) and in English (The Birth) to always remember the birthday of the Muslim prophet. Read the rest of this testimony »