Well...
I met a friend this afternoon to walk around the city some. (Walking around seems to be the main pastime of people here. I guess it could be worse.) It was a beautiful day, it felt like April. As we walked through the big market here, we passed beggars on the street and shops selling pants for 80 bucks. Go figure. This city has the poorest and richest people both, but that's for another post.
Anyway, we walked around for a long time and finally sat on a bench as the sun set. He asked me why I chose to come here, and I showed him Matthew 28:18-20 and explained as best I could. That started a two hour conversation about Jesus, Muhammad, Christianity, Islam, and truth.
To make a long story short, he asked a lot of questions about Jesus and the Bible, and I showed him several Scripture verses (in the local language). I don't have the language level to really answer him well, but I think I like showing Scripture anyway. Let him read it for himself straight from the source, rather than me trying to relay it correctly.
After a while of talking about all this it got cold and dark, so we left, him to his house and me to mine. As we left, he told me that he wanted me to read the Qur'an, to which I said (loosely translated) "uh...no."
I felt pretty down as I left. I guess I expected the heavens to open up and a chorus of angels to serenade us. I guess I expected generations of lies and darkness to be broken by a 2 hour conversation, a man convinced that what he and his parents and their parents and their parents have grown up believing is false.
It will be nothing short of a miracle if I see anybody come to Jesus Christ. It was a miracle that I did.
"I will give them an undivided heart and put a new spirit in them; I will remove from them their heart of stone and give them a heart of flesh." - Ezek. 11:19
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Polarbear |
7:02 PM