Dec 12, 2009

ONCE DEAD NOW ALIVE By P. David Chellaiah

              In the morning of 18th December, 2008, while I was having a cup of tea with a friend in Brickfields Kuala Lumpur, I felt a terrible and severe pain in the lower abdomen area of my stomach and vomitted four times in the restaurant. I rushed back home frantically in my car. As soon as I reached the house I was repeatedly depressing the horn, banging close the car doors and shouting “Take me to the  hospital.” I was admitted on the 18th December, 2008 and discharged on the 10th June, 2009.

Immediately my wife and son got themselves organised and took me to a private hospital in Taman Desa and then rushed me in an ambulance to the General Hospital Kuala Lumpur. I was admitted and straightaway taken to the Intensive Care Unit (ICU). After a thorough examination, the doctors diagnosed that I was suffering from  “ Acute Pancreatitis With Massive Intraperitonial Bleeding “ Please also read the article “Through The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death”
(Ps 23:4) by Lila Chelliah in our TMC Newsletter Volume 11 Issue 2.  

As I was informed later, the doctors confirmed that my case looked to be quite without hope and with a slim chance for survival. And just after my operation, I started my six months traumatic bedridden experience of lying on my sick bed. Within that six months, I was admitted, discharged and entered ICU four times whereby I underwent three operations, eight surgical incisions and more than seventy over injections which caused excruciating pain and created a psychological trauma in me against injections.

Before wheeling me into the operation theatre in the ICU the head of the team of doctors would inform me on what procedures they were about to carry out. The surgeon, physician, specialist and doctors said that my case is very serious with great risk and with little or no chance for survival. By human standards, death was assured for me but there was hope in the promise of Jesus Christ that He had appointed and anointed me and my wife to finish His work that He had planned and started for us.

One day, as my wife walked into my ward and saw me bleeding profusely from the two incisions made on the sides to drain out the collection of blood and fluids. On one side I was being given a blood transfusion and on the other side I was bleeding like a tap that was not properly closed. I was surrounded by doctors, who were doing their best, while preparing me for another emergency operation. SUDDENLY I COLLAPSED, MY EYES ROLLED BACK AND I STOPPED BREATHING. SHE HELD ME IN HER ARMS AND SAID, ‘In the name of Jesus, you have the resurrected power of God in your life, get back now…!’ AND AS SHE REPEATED THAT IN THE PRESENCE OF ALL THE DOCTORS, I GASPED AND CAME BACK. I SURVIVED THAT OPERATION.

After the third operation, my wife’s former Standard One pupil, who had become a specialist doctor, showed special attention to take care of me and encouraged my wife from time to time. He briefed us on the diagnosis and said that 93% of such cases never survived.

As the doctors and nurses prepared me to be wheeled into the operation theatre, I would praise and thank God for the living Word which confirmed that if “I believed in Him, I will be saved and that His Holy Spirit and Himself will be with
me.” Since Jesus is with me and my body belongs to Him, I told Jesus to take my body into the operation theatre and bring it back. Normally after this prayer, I would feel peaceful and very calm in my spirit and this happened always when I was taken for operation or surgical incisions.

For the first four and half months, the senior doctors confirmed periodically through their medical knowledge, expertise and human experience that I was a dead man with no hope for survival.

The doctors, my family members, my relatives, Church brothers and sisters and friends who visited me and seeing me in that medical condition had the impression that I would never survive because there was no hope. Though negative thoughts were expressed, I admired and appreciated the positive and consistent faith and belief of my wonderful wife, who fasted and prayed, for the hope she had in Jesus Christ of His almighty power in heaven. My wife had also full and adamant faith in the Living Word and the resurrected power of Jesus Christ.

When senior doctors with their team visited me from time to time, they were thrilled and excited over my miraculous recovery from death. From their worldly and medical experience and individual attitude, they started to realise the positive things that was happening where my body was slowly blooming and blossoming into life once again. It was a situation where Jesus assured us that “I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly “ (Jn10:10).   Most of the doctors (non-Christians) appreciated my wife’s strong faith against odds and remarked that my wife is a woman of great faith.

In the next one and half months during the period of recovery, the team of doctors came for their usual ward-rounds to see their patients and positively remarked on my miraculous recovery:

A Muslim Surgeon       –      “ This old man is a miracle patient “   

A Chinese Physician”  -        “That miracle patient is a man of nine lives”                                              (an idiom of a cat having nine lives) “
A Chinese Specialist  -         “ David is one of the very rare people who                                                          came back from death” 

A Muslim Lady Doctor    -    came to my wife and said “your                                                               husband… a miracle”

Jesus Christ was with me while “I walked through the valley of the shadow of death.” The God of miracles was with me again when He raised me from death and gave me a new lease of life and who had prepared a ministry for the very purpose of showing His power in me so that His name may be proclaimed in all the earth (Ps 23:4; Rom 9:17 ). “After you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace will himself restore, establish and strengthen you” (1Pet 5:10).

During the period of convalescence, I experienced a myriad range of emotions such as doubt, remorse and even anger towards my unfortunate condition and suffering, as I had prior to this, been diligent in staying healthy and fit.

After the first operation I asked God why He was not answering my prayers. God answered that He ‘heard the prayers of your Church and all other Churches who were praying for you’.

After some time had passed, I went for my third operation and having forgotten the response of God earlier I asked God again why He has not answered my prayers. God answered that He ‘heard the prayers of believers in the Church, in prayer meetings, area fellowship meetings, women’s meetings, family prayers and individuals’. “What more do you want” he implied.

Eventually, I was discharged and returned home to recuperate on the 10th June, 2009.

When Churches carry out united corporate prayers, it melts God’s heart, hastens Him to listen to our requests and quickens His steps to come forward to fulfil our heart’s desire and prayer needs.

I wish to thank my numerous surgeons, physicians, specialists, the various medical doctors, nurses, physiotherapists and my dear and wonderful wife for their care-giving concern that brought hope to a unique and special patient like me who was “once dead but now I am alive”

I also wish to thank my Lord Jesus Christ who walked with me “through the valley of the shadow of death” and now has raised me up from death with a new  lease of spirit-inspired life. Seventy years ago I was a human person born to my father and mother but now I am really and definitely born-again as a spiritually-inspired human body, to serve God and carry on with His ministry till my last breath.

I asked God “yes you have raised me from death, given me a new lease of spiritually-inspired life and what am I supposed to do for you from now on? God mesmerised me through His living Word in Rom 9: 15-17 and Exodus 9:16 that:

          “ I will have mercy on whom I have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I have compassion. So it depends not upon man’s will or exertion but upon God’s mercy. I have raised you up for the very purpose of showing my power in you, so that my name may be proclaimed in all the earth “(Romans 9:15-17) and “ …..for this purpose have I let you live, to show you my power, so that my name may be declared throughout all the earth”
( Exodus 9:16);(Isa 14:24; 46:10-11; Ezek 12:25).

From the beginning God knew that it was not good that the man should be alone and made A HELPER fit for him. As time went on from generation to generation, an institution of holy matrimony was established by His church. And He gave me a wonderful, beautiful and a youthful wife whom I betrothed and is now known as Lila Chelliah. When I was in the hospital for six traumatic, bedridden months on the sick bed, she sacrificed her strength and energy and put all of her efforts into caring for me months on end. She visited me everyday, cleaning me up, dressing me, grooming me, feeding me, having Bible study and praying with me and reading to me various news articles from the daily newspapers to keep me informed on the going-ons in the world. She exhausted all her physical resources for the love and passion to care for me as a sincere and dedicated care-giver. I thank God for giving me a wonderful wife fit for me as “A good wife is from the Lord” while our Almighty God has “Let your fountain be blessed and rejoice in the wife of your youth.” He has not forgotten to remind us again and again that “…. A prudent wife is from the Lord” (Prov 19: 14). He also glorifies a woman in his image to “ Let it be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable jewel of a gentle and quiet spirit which in God’s sight is very precious”( 1 Peter 3:5 ). She is a strong woman of faith who is loyal and faithful to her Master, Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, and who has a burning desire and uncompromising decision to abide by the Living Word of the Lord with a passionate desire and deep expectation of His promises.

          A family without children, is like a garden without flowers and what more is life without a good and precious wife from the Lord. 

TMC Thanksgiving Service (06-09-2009)

It is proper and right to be grateful and give thanks – giving thanks to our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ; more so on that appointed day of Thanksgiving. While I was in the hospital I longed to give a testimony of the wondrous work and deeds He did through His miracle of raising me from the dead and restoring my life . After my discharge on 10th June 2009, I was passionate in my spirit to give my testimony first in the Tamil Methodist Church, Brickfields, Kuala Lumpur before I could proclaim his name through my testimony in all the earth. Every Sunday I would look forward eagerly but because my body was weak and my voice was very coarse it did not take place. It was God’s  desire that I should give my testimony on the Thanksgiving Sunday on 6th September 2009 where the assembly of God’s people came together to worship, pray and give offerings to the Lord. It was a significant Sunday for me that I was finally, for the first time, able to express my thanksgiving by my testimony through the manifestation and demonstration of the power of the Holy Spirit to magnify and glorify only the holy name of Jesus. Praise be to the Lord for His plan for me.

It is my Christian duty to thank all those who helped and cared for me. I say Thank You in Jesus Name :
To all believers of my Church, The Tamil Methodist Church, Brickfields, Kuala Lumpur and other Churches which prayed for me
To my lovely and beautiful wife who cared and exhausted all her physical resources
To my Almighty God, God of miracles, my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ for healing and raising me up from the possible death to positively confirm that I was once dead but now I am alive.

While I was lying on my sick bed for the past six months, I knew both of us had not gone for ministry over the last nine months, and I felt very dry and very low in my spirit for I have not shared God’s Word and loving kindness to anyone. In the hospital, I was in a great dilemma that death was certain and that my condition was deteriorating day by day. An evangelist, Brother Huan Eng Aun from Sabah who is a successful professional but a truly humble servant of God, came to the hospital and prophesied that he felt in his spirit that both of us will be going to India for ministry. At that time, we thought it to be ridiculous for I was bedridden and fighting for my life. After I was discharged from the hospital the same evangelist with his prayer partners and  the Bishop’s family from Hyderabad, India visited me in my house. He once again prophesied and confirmed for the second time that he felt strongly in his spirit that we will definitely be going to India for ministry. Sure enough, things started to happen and fall in place to make it possible for both of us to go to India. We are leaving to India for one month’s ministry, from 20th September 2009 to 20th October 2009, though I am in the process of complete healing from joint pain, weak muscles and body pain, God’s Word assured me in Jer 30:17 “For I will restore health to you and your wounds I will heal, says the Lord” Amen.

P. Dvid Chelliah, Kuala Lumpur
6th September 2009
(Thanksgiving Sunday)

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Oct 25, 2009

The True Hero of the Titanic Ship

The True Hero of the Titanic Ship...............

John Harper was born to a pair of solid Christian parents on May 29th, 1872. It was on the last Sunday of March 1886, when he was thirteen years old that he received Jesus as the Lord of his life. He never knew what it was to "sow his wild oats." He began to preach about four years later at the ripe old age of 17 years old by going down to the streets of his village and pouring out his soul in earnest entreaty for men to be reconciled to God. As John Harper's life unfolded, one thing was apparent...he was consumed by the word of God. When asked by various ministers what his doctrine consisted of, he was known to reply "The Word of God!" After five or six years of toiling on street corners preaching the gospel and working in the mill during the day, Harper was taken in by Rev. E. A. Carter of Baptist Pioneer Mission in London, England. This set Harper free to devote his whole time of energy to the work so dear to his heart. Soon, John Harper started his own church in September of 1896. (Now known as the Harper Memorial Church.) This church which John Harper had started with just 25 members, had grown to over 500 members when he left 13 years later. During this time he had got married, God did bless John Harper with a beautiful little girl named Nana. Ironically, John Harper almost drowned several times during his life. When he was two and a half years of age, he almost drowned when he fell into a well but was resuscitated by his mother. At the age of Twenty-six, he was swept out to sea by a reverse current and barely survived, and at thirty-two he faced death on a leaking ship in the Mediterranean. Perhaps, God used these experiences to prepare this servant for what he faced next....... It was the night of April 14, 1912. The RMS Titanic sailed swiftly on the bitterly cold ocean waters heading unknowingly into the pages of history. On board this luxurious ocean liner were many rich and famous people. At the time of the ship's launch, it was the world's largest man-made moveable object. At 11:40 p.m. on that fateful night, an iceberg scraped the ship's starboard side, showering the decks with ice and ripping open six watertight compartments. The sea poured in. On board the ship that night was John Harper and his much-beloved six-year-old daughter Nana. According to documented reports, as soon as it was apparent that the ship was going to sink, John Harper immediately took his daughter to a lifeboat. It is reasonable to assume that this preacher could have easily gotten on board this boat to safety; however, it never seems to have crossed his mind. He bent down and kissed his precious little girl; looking into her eyes he told her that she would see him again someday. The flares going off in the dark sky above reflected the tears on his face as he turned and headed towards the crowd of desperate humanity on the sinking ocean liner. As the rear of the huge ship began to lurch upwards, it was reported that Harper was seen making his way up the deck yelling "Women, children and unsaved into the lifeboats!" It was only minutes later that the Titanic began to rumble deep within. Most people thought it was an explosion; actually the gargantuan ship was literally breaking in half. At this point, many people jumped off the decks and into the icy, dark waters below. John Harper was one of these people. That night 1528 people went into the frigid waters. John Harper was seen swimming frantically to people in the water leading them to Jesus before the hypothermia became fatal. Mr. Harper swam up to one young Man who had climbed up on a piece of debris. Rev. Harper asked him between breaths, "Are you saved?" The young man replied that he was not. Harper then tried to lead him to Christ only to have the young man who was near shock, reply no. John Harper then took off his life jacket and threw it to the man and said "Here then, you need this more than I do..." and swam away to other people. A few minutes later Harper swam back to the young man and succeeded in leading him to salvation. Of the 1528 people that went into the water that night, six were rescued by the lifeboats. One of them was this young man on the debris. Four years later, at a survivors meeting, this young man stood up and in tears recounted how that after John Harper had led him to Christ. Mr. Harper had tried to swim back to help other people, yet because of the intense cold, had grown too weak to swim. His last words before going under in the frigid waters were "Believe on the Name of the Lord Jesus and you will be saved." Does Hollywood remember this man? No. Oh well, no matter. This servant of God did what he had to do. While other people were trying to buy their way onto the lifeboats and selfishly trying to save their own lives, John Harper gave up his life so that others could be saved. "Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends..." John Harper was truly the hero of the Titanic! Sources for this article: "The Titanic's Last Hero" by Moody Press 1997, Scriptures are quoted from the King James Bible.

Oct 23, 2009

My Attorney

After living what I felt was a "decent" life, my time on earth came to the end.
The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting room of what I thought to be a courthouse.
The doors opened and I was instructed to come in and have a seat by the defense table.
As I looked around I saw the "prosecutor." He was a villainous looking gent who snarled as he stared at me.
He definitely was the most evil person I have ever seen. I sat down and looked to my left and there sat My Attorney,
a kind and gentle looking man whose appearance seemed so familiar to me, I felt I knew Him.
The corner door flew open and there appeared the Judge in full flowing robes.
He commanded an awesome presence as He moved across the room.
I couldn't take my eyes off of Him. As He took His seat behind the bench, He said, "Let us begin."
The prosecutor rose and said, "My name is Satan and I am here to show you why this man belongs in hell.
" He proceeded to tell of lies I told, things I stole, and in the past when I cheated others.
Satan told of other horrible perversions once in my life and the more he spoke,
the further down in my seat I sank. I was so embarrassed, I couldn't look at anyone,
even my own Attorney, as the Devil told of sins even I completely forgotten about.
As upset as I was at Satan for telling all these things about me,
I was equally upset at My Attorney who sat there silently not offering any form of defense at all.
I know I was guilty of those things, but I did some good in my life -
couldn't that at least equal out part of the harm I'd done?
Satan finished with a fury and said,
"This man belongs in hell, he is guilty of all I have charged and there is not a person who can prove otherwise."
When it was His turn, My Attorney first asked if He might approach the bench.
The Judge allowed this over the strong objection of Satan, and beckoned Him to come forward.
As He got up and started walking, I was able to see Him in His full splendor and majesty..
I realized why He seemed so familiar; this was Jesus representing me, my Lord and my Savior.
He stopped at the bench and softly said to the Judge,
"Hi, Dad," then He turned to address the court.
"Satan was correct in saying this man sinned,
I won't deny any of these allegations.
And, yes, the wage of sin is death, and this man deserves to be punished."
Jesus took a deep breath and turned to His Father with outstretched arms and proclaimed,
"However, I died on the cross so this person might have eternal life and he accepted Me as his Savior, so he is Mine."
My Lord continued with, "His name is written in the Book of Life and no one can snatch him from Me.
Satan still does not understand yet. This man is not to be given justice, but rather mercy."
As Jesus sat down, He quietly paused, looked at His Father and said,
"There is nothing else that needs to be done. I've done it all."
The Judge lifted His mighty hand and slammed the gavel down.The following words bellowed from His lips..."This man is free The penalty for him was already paid in full. Case dismissed"
As my Lord led me away, I could hear Satan ranting and raving,
"I won't give up, I will win the next one."
I asked Jesus as He gave me my instructions where to go next,
"Have you ever lost a case?" Christ lovingly smiled and said,
"Everyone that comes to Me and asked Me to represent them,
received the same verdict as you, "PAID IN FULL."
Pl do share with others….
-Author unknown

Oct 8, 2009

Experience of John Wesley

Word Not in Vain
A highwayman once stopped John Wesley and demanded his money or his life. Wesley, after giving him the money, said, "Let me speak one word to you; the time may come when you will regret the course of life in which you are now engaged. Remember this, 'The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth from all sin.'" No more was said, and they parted. Many years after, as Wesley was going out of a church in which he had been preaching, a stranger introduced himself, and asked Wesley if he remembered being waylaid at such a time. He said he recollected it. "I was that man," said the stranger, "and that single verse you quoted on that occasion was the means of a total change in my life and habits. I have long since been in the practice of attending the house of God and of giving attention to His Word, and trust that I am a Christian."

What is our experience.Are we ready to share the gospel during difficult times.The lord wants us to be prepared to share the gospel.Let us wait for the opportunity to share the good news to all.

Sep 18, 2009

Change Your Song

Change Your Song


"Unto You, O my Strength, I will sing praises; for God is my Defense, my Fortress, and High Tower, the God who shows me mercy and steadfast love"(Psalm 59:17, AMP)

TODAY'S WORD from Joel and Victoria

In the Bible, David had all kinds of challenges. People lied about him, accused him, and tried to kill him. In Psalm 59 he says, "My enemies are coming against me like vicious dogs trying to destroy me. But as for me, what am I going to do? I will sing about Your power. And I will shout for joy for You are my refuge, my place of safety in my day of distress."
From the above verse David explains you and I about the God we serve:
David’s situation (A) and his beliefs (B):
Saul, the King of Israel having become aware of the promise of God upon David; when God anointed him through Samuel the prophet; Saul sought to kill and destroy David. David was on the run in those days when he wrote this song. Saul had set up a team of soldiers to watch over his house and thrash him once he was spotted. 
David was not moved by the situation. He did nothing extra-ordinary or super-natural to win God’s support. He held on to his timbrel praising God and believing Him to be his fortress. David calls; God is his defense; his fortress and high tower. He was literally praising God through the song with a strong belief on His name. It is clear by the words described. He counted God to be his army who offers defense over the enemy; also the fortress which protects him and his belongings and also the high tower which constantly watches for the enemy. 
As David; let us also raise a new song of praise instead of mourning and weeping….
Notice, in David's time of need, he wasn't sitting around having a pity upon himself and complaining. He decided to sing about the greatness of God. He was saying in effect, "My enemies may be powerful, but I know my God is all powerful. My obstacles may be high, but I know my God is the Most High." He wasn't talking to God about how big his problems were; he was talking to his problems about how big his God was!
Do you need to change your song today? Instead of complaining and thinking about what you're not, start thanking God for what you are becoming. Just like David, stay in faith and sing to the Lord knowing that He's going to complete what He's started in you.
"Father God, today I choose to focus on You. I bless and praise You no matter what my circumstances look like. I know that You are on my side and thank You for always leading me in the path of victory. In Jesus' Name. Amen."

Aug 29, 2009

Why Me, Lord?

Why Me, Lord?
My car broke down and it cost $400 to get it fixed...$400 that I did not have. Why me, Lord? After all, I've been as good as most people. In fact, I've been better than most. Why are you treating me this way? Why are you punishing me this way? Then the TV went on the blink, and so did the dishwasher, and the clothes dryer, and the lawn mower, and even the iron! Why me, Lord? Besides that, why, at my age, should I still be having financial problems? Why am I not "set" financially like some others I know? Why have you denied me opportunities for fame and fortune that you have given to others? Why me, Lord?
When I find myself starting to think like this, it sometimes helps for me to ask the same questions about other aspects of my life. Lord, what have I done that's so grand that you should have blessed me with a car, a TV set, a clothes dryer, a lawn mower, and an iron? Why did you give me all these things anyway? Why me, Lord?
Lord, why did you permit me to be born in America with all its plenty? I could have been born in poverty-stricken Bangladesh instead of in rich America. Why me, Lord? Lord, why did you give me the opportunity to have a job when so many, who are as deserving as I, are without work? Why me, Lord?
Lord, why did you give me good health? Others died at my age of heart attacks or are crippled by accidents or disease. Why should I escape ill health when other religious people do not? Why me, Lord? Lord, why have you spared me from the sorrows that strike so many other families? Others, wonderful people, have lost close relatives, but I haven't. Why me, Lord?
When I think of all the ways the Lord has blessed me, though I don't deserve it, I wonder how I could possibly complain about the relatively insignificant things that go wrong in my life from time to time. If I could only learn to count my blessings!

Jul 15, 2009

Youth conference 2009

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Jul 8, 2009

My Prayer Trip May 31st to 6th July (Tibet,china and pakistan borders)

       Greetings to you all in the name of our lord and savior Jesus Christ,
I was privileged to go to the corners of our nation and pray.
May 31
Started for Banglore By Kaveri Express.
June 1
Reached Tumkur by 7.00 A.M. met Bro Anand who runs a missionary organization ( Best Ministries) to reach Kannada speaking people to Christ.Had some discussions and during night we had a time of prayer.
June 3
Morning started for Bangalore to Jula's place where I got saved.Then in the evening visited Anchal and shared some biblical way of living and returned back to Bangalore after booking ticket for Hyderabad.
June 4
On the way gave call to Bro Edwin of OM Books who said that he is there in Bangalore for a Bible exhibition.So without halting at Hyderabad by the same train went upto Nagpur.
June 5
Reached Bhilai around evening.It was raining heavily so no question of going out.
June 9
After finishing the works started for Calcutta.
June 10
Reached Howrah station had to stay there because of heavy rush in train.
June 11
Boarded evening train for Guwahati.
June 12
Reached Guwahati by 9.45 A.M.Went to the office for obtaining Inner line permit for Arunachal Pradesh. After collecing the form told me to come next day.Last time I took the permit from Shillong.Then then as there was some time I went to Shillong and visited Bro Christopher and had an oppurtunity to share the word to Bible collage girls.Then returned to Guwahati by Sumo.
June 13
Got the permit and started by Winger to Tezpur.Along with Mr Samir Dey's family reached Bhalukpong.Over night stay.We went to an orchid research centre nearby.The climate was cool.Booked cab for next day to Bomdilla.
June 14
around 100km of distance took more than 4 hrs to reach.Went to lower monastery and upper monastery.Then booked a cab for Tawang.
June 15
Early morning 6.15 A.M. Started for Tawang in Sumo Reached around 1.00P.M.Booked a Hotel room and took rest.
June 16
Morning went to Gompa Monastery,Which is a 400 years old Mahayana Sect Buddhist Monastery.I was very happy to see two churches on the way.While returning I got down near a Baptist Church and stright away entered and knocked at the parsonage.The pastor was there and we started sharing and the purpose of my visit.We had lunch together in Sis Maana's place.Night dinner also I had with him.
June 17
Started for Tezpur in Sumo around 5.30A.M.Reached in the evening.Took 11.00 P.M. late night Bus for Guwahati.
June 18
Reached Guwahati.Took train for New Jalpaiguri.Reached in the evening.Took a shared cab and reached Gangtok.Stayed in a hotel.
June 19
Pastor Adwill Tamang gave me the reference of Sis Freza for any assistance.Booked ticket for Nathu la pass China Border and had an opportunity to share the love of our lord and guiding her in the Christian way of life.Went to Hanuman tok and ganesh tok and had an opportunity to share the gospel to the Driver as well as to a lady who accompanied us.
June 20
Went to Nathu la pass and had an opportunity to shake hands with a Chinese soldier. Returned to Siliguri after getting a cab @ 6.00p.m.Over night stay at the station.
June 21
There was no place in the train and the climate was too hot.Any how started for Srinagar.
June 23
Reached Delhi @ 4.50 A.M. got the train for Jammu.Reached Jammu by 3.30P.M.Took Sumo for Srinagar.
June 24
Reached Srinagar@ 2.00A.M.Bro Rowson from Villipuram reached around 9.00 p.m.
June 25
7.00a.m.Started for Amarnath prayer walk.Reached around noon to the Baltal base camp.Nobody was allowed to go further so had to stay in the tent.
June 26
Early morning with the help of torch started to walk.Bro Rowson found it difficult to walk so we took Ponies to go up.Before noon reached and Bro Rowson was so dull to move further but by the grace and strength of our lord we reached and came down.Then returned back for Srinagar.Reached in the evening.
June 27
Planning and preparation for believers meeting in Gulmarg.
June 28
In 5 Sumo went to Gulmarg for the meeting.Many repented.
June 30
Started for Jammu.Took Train for Amritsar.
July 1
Reached Amritsar @2.00A.M.Stayed at Pastor Raj Paul's Church.Went to Golden Temple.Pastor's meet.Returned for Delhi.
July 2
Reached Delhi.Took Train for Mumbai
July 3
Reached Mumbai.
July 5
Went to meet Bro Vedanayagam.Met Bro Philip in the night and discussed about ministry.
July 6
Around 00.30 a.m. got the news of sad demise of Mr. Selvaraj (owner Queen'sland).Took 6.10a.m. flight for Chennai.Reached Chennai by 8.15a.m.

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Jun 1, 2009

The Living Testimony

The Living Testimony
There was once a merchant who had been a very worldly, godless man. He was finally gloriously converted. On being asked what had been especially the means of his conversion, he replied, "The example of one of my clerks." He went on to say, "This young man was one whose religion was in his life rather than in his tongue. He did not bless God and speak evil of his fellowmen. When I uttered an oath, he never reproved me; but I could see it deeply pained him. When I fell into a fit of anger and behaved in a violent manner, though he spoke no word to that effect, I could see how painful the scene was to him. My respect for him led me to restrain myself in his presence and gradually to break off both these habits. In fact, this man, though he never spoke a word to me on the subject of religion, exercised an influence for good over me wielded by no other human being. To him, under God, I am indebted more than to any other for the hope of eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ in which I now rejoice."

May 31, 2009

Do what is right

"If you do what is right, will you not be accepted? But if you do not do what is right, sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but you must master it." (Genesis 4:7)

When i read this verse it came to me like that i am reading it first time.
Most of us know about the history of Cain and Abel, Cain was the first child of Adam and Eve and Abel was the second child. Cain was working on the ground and Abel was taking care of the sheeps. Both works were important to each.

Then the time came for offering to the Lord, Cain gathered some of the things he had grown and offered to the Lord but Abel brought the fattest parts of some of the lambs from his flock. They were the male animals that were born first to their mothers.

They came to offer the Lord from what they have, but the Lord pleased only on Abel's offerings.

Cain just gathered something from his work and offered to the Lord but Abel gave the best to the Lord, and Lord pleased in his offering.

Seeing this Cain became sad and angry. Lord came to know that and he said to Cain: "Then the Lord said to Cain, "Why are you angry? Why are you looking so sad? Do what is right. Then you will be accepted. If you don't do what is right, sin is waiting at your door to grab you. It longs to have you. But you must rule over it."

God spoke to him at the right time, God gave him the warning about sin, still he was not able to overcome it and he did the greatest sin by killing Abel.

Dear brother/sister our God "Abba Father" will give warning before we will be tempted for sin, He will tell us how to overcome sin, please dont avoid those warnings. God spoke to me personally while i was going through this passage and i want to share it with you.

To overcome sin there is a shortcut but it is very hard for some of us, "do what is right".

Sin will be waiting there to see when you don't do what is right, so do what is right in the eyes of of Lord.

What Is the Difference...

Between the atheist who would not dream of financially supporting the church and the Christian who will not financially support the Lord's church?
Between the skeptic who does not believe the Bible and the negligent Christian who never reads it?
Between those who do not believe in Bible classes and those who choose never to attend a class?
Between the atheist who does nothing to build up the Lord's church and the Christian who finds fault with others but does nothing himself?
Between a man of the world and a person in the church who lives like a man in the world?
Between a man of the world who lives for self, and a person in the church building who lives for self, not God?
These are tough questions for Christians who live in a tough world. The fact is that Christians make no difference until they are different.
Again, what's the difference?

May 30, 2009

Misplaced Values

An English nobleman once visited Josiah Wedgwood to see how he made his legendary china and pottery. A young apprentice was instructed to give the nobleman a tour of the factory. The nobleman did not believe in God and was sacrilegious, foul-mouthed, and consistently ridiculed the Bible during the tour. At first the young apprentice was shocked but after a while he began to laugh when the man made his cynical remarks. Josiah Wedgwood was greatly disturbed by this, especially when he saw how his young apprentice was being influenced by this wealthy nobleman. Later the atheist asked if he could purchase a particularly expensive vase. As he handed it to the nobleman, Wedgwood deliberately let it crash to the floor. With a vile oath the nobleman angrily said, "That is the one I really wanted and now it is shattered by your carelessness." Josiah Wedgwood replied, "Sir, there are things more precious than any vase-things that can never be restored once they are ruined. I can make another vase, but you can never give back to my helper the pure heart you have defiled by your vile language and sacrilegious talk!"

May 29, 2009

Defination of Money

Money Defined
A London newspaper offered a prize for the best definition of money. It was awarded to a young man whose definition was, "Money is an article which may be used as a universal passport to everywhere except heaven and as a universal provider of everything except happiness."

Poverty of Riches

Once there were rich parents who left their children constantly in the care of servants. But, like the flower of the grass, riches passed by. The parents could not afford servants which necessitated their taking care of the children. One evening when the father had returned home after a busy and frustrating day at work, his little girl climbed upon his knee and twining her arms around his neck said: "Daddy, don't get rich again. You did not come into the nursery when you were rich, but now we can be with you and get on your knee and kiss you. Don't get rich again, Daddy."

Quest for Happiness

Quest for Happiness
The Persians tell a story about an unhappy king. In an attempt to find the answer to his dissatisfaction, he consulted his astrologers who told him he could find happiness by wearing the coat of a perfectly happy man. Immediately the king set out on his quest. He knocked at the doors of the very rich, for it seemed logical to find happiness there, but in vain. He visited the institutions of higher learning, thinking the erudite must be happy in their wisdom. That, too, proved a dead end. Finally he stumbled across a common laborer singing at his work who confessed he was perfectly happy. "Sell me your coat," cried the king. "I'll give you a bag of gold for it." But the laborer only laughed and said, "I'd gladly give it to you, Sir, but I have no coat." This is only a legend of course, but it illustrates a profound truth. Achieving riches is not synonymous with achieving happiness. That doesn't mean the rich have to become poor in order to be happy. The ranks of the happy include both poor and rich as well as those in between. King Solomon had the right idea when he prayed, "Give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient for me: lest I be full, and deny thee, and say, Who is the Lord? or lest I be poor, and steal, and take the name of my God in vain" (Pro_30:8-9). Paul said it even more succinctly when he wrote to Timothy, "Godliness with contentment is great gain" (1Ti_6:6).

May 27, 2009

Burden of Riches

A businessman once overtook a black man trudging through the snow, humming to himself. He talked with him and found that he was very poor. Finally he asked him if he didn't think he'd be happier if he were rich. "No, Boss, all the rich men I work for never laugh."

May 25, 2009

Tests and Trials

Shaped for Glory
During the Great Depression, a good man lost his job, exhausted his savings and forfeited his home. His grief was multiplied by the sudden death of his precious wife. The only thing he had left was his faith-and it was weakening.
One day he was combing the neighborhood looking for work. He stopped to watch some men who were doing the stonework on a church building. One of these men was skillfully chiseling a triangular piece of rock. Not seeing a spot where it would fit, he asked, "Where are you going to put that?" The man pointed toward the top of the building and said, "See that little opening up near the spire? That is where it goes. I am shaping it down here so it will fit in up there."
Some of you are going through terrible troublesome times. You may be experiencing some heartbreaking sorrow. Or perhaps you are enduring some painful physical illness. Or it may be something else-maybe even too excruciating to talk to anyone about. The blows of the hammer and chisel hurt.
But hold on to your faith. These difficulties will not get you down. They are only temporary. Glory is coming. It is the harsh blows to the outward man that often bring the greatest strength to the inner man.
Keep praying. Keep believing. The Master has to do some shaping of us down here so we will fit in up there.

May 24, 2009


Coffee After the Sermon

A church that loved good fellowship always served coffee after the sermon. The pastor asked a little boy if he knew why they served the coffee. "I think," said the boy, "it is to get the people wide awake before they drive home."

Practice What You Preach

A fountain pen salesman persuaded a merchant to order five hundred pens. He was writing the order in his notebook when suddenly the merchant exclaimed, "Hold on! I'm cancelling that order!" and turned to wait on a customer. The salesman left the store in angry perplexity. Later, the merchant's bookkeeper asked, "Why did you cancel that pen order?" "Why?" responded the man. "Because he talked pens to me for a half-hour, using a number of forcible arguments, and then booked my order with a lead pencil."

Preach the Gospel

A young minister in a college town was embarrassed by the thought of criticism from his cultured congregation. He sought counsel from his father, a wise old minister, saying, "Dad, I am handicapped in my ministry in the pulpit I am now serving. If I cite anything from geology, there is Prof. A, teacher of this science, right before me. If I use an illustration from Roman mythology, there is Prof. B ready to trip me up for any little inaccuracy. If I mention something in English literature that pleases me, I am cowered by the presence of the learned man that teaches that branch. What shall I do?" The sagacious old man replied, "Do not be discouraged; preach the gospel. They probably know very little of that."

Dignity in Simplicity

John Wesley's preaching was marked by his constant use of the plainest, simplest words our language affords. Writing to one whose style was very high-sounding he said, "When I had been a member of the university about ten years I wrote and talked much as you do now, but when I talked to plain people, I observed that they gaped and stared. This quickly obliged me to alter my style and adopt the language of those I spoke to; and yet there is a dignity in this simplicity which is not disagreeable to those of the highest rank." Another preacher said, "If you preach so that the simplest person in the audience can understand you, the most educated is also sure to get the message."

The Simple Message

A minister felt that the words he spoke from Sunday to Sunday were not bearing the fruit they should. One Saturday morning after he had finished writing his sermon, the thought occurred to him, "Perhaps I shoot too high. I will go down and see if Betty can understand it." Betty was a trusted kitchen helper. He went to the kitchen and called her to come and hear his sermon. She hesitated but came when he insisted. After he had read a few sentences he asked, "Do you understand that?" "No," she replied. He repeated the idea in simpler language and then asked her if she saw it. "I see it a little," she said. Again he simplified it. She saw it more clearly and showed deep interest but said to him, "Plane it down a little more." And once again he simplified it. Then she exclaimed with ecstasy, "Now I see it! Now I understand it!" He returned to his study and rewrote his sermon in the simple style that Betty could understand. On Sunday morning he went to church in fear and trembling lest his people should be contemptuous of his sermon but he fully resolved to try the experiment. To his surprise, he found he received better attention than ever before, and there were tears in the eyes of many of his congregation. From that time on, he changed his style of language and had no further cause to feel that his work was unsuccessful. Clarity of thought and expression do not rob our testimony of its depth and significance. A witness for Christ need never fear oversimplification.

Keep It Simple

Vincent Ferrier, an eloquent preacher of the fifteenth century, was called to preach before a high dignitary of state. He took care to prepare his sermon according to the rules of oratory, but it was a notable failure. Next day he preached in his usual style, without pretentiousness, and electrified his hearers. The dignitary, who had heard him on both occasions, asked him how he could account for so great a difference in his sermons. He answered, "Yesterday Vincent Ferrier preached; today Jesus Christ."


From JIHAD to

The author asks to remain unidentified due to the fact that his life is in danger for becoming Christian. He still lives in a persecuted country. 

I was born in Bethlehem, Israel. The day I was born was one of the holiest days of Islam. It was the birthday of the Muslin prophet Mohammad (Al-Mauled Al-Nabawi). This was an honor to my father, so he named me (Walid), which is related to Arabic word (Mauled) in English (The Birth), to always remember the birthday of the Muslim prophet.

My father was a Palestinian Muslim who taught English Islamic studies in the Holy Land. My mother was an who married my father during his studies in the United States the year of 1956.
Fearing the American way of life with two children, while my mother was pregnant with me, my parents left to live in Israel in 1960, which was called Jordan at that time, and when they arrived in Bethlehem I was born. As my father changed jobs we moved to Saudi Arabia then back to the Holy Land, this time to the lowest place on Earth, Jericho.
I did not forget the first song I learned in school just before the (Six Day War titled "Arabs our Beloved and Jews our Dogs." A' that time I wondered who the Jews were, but repeated with rest of the kids the words, without any knowledge of the meaning.
As I grew up in the Holy Land I lived through several between the Arabs and Jew. The first battle (while we lived Jericho), was the Six Day War when the Jews captured old Jerusalem and the rest of Palestine. This was a great disappointment to Arabs and Muslims worldwide.
The American Council in Jerusalem came just before the war to evacuate all the Americans in the area. My mother was an American, but my father turned them down because he loved country. I still remember many things during the war; the noise the bombing and shelling that went on day and night for six days, the looting of stores and houses by the Arabs in Jericho and people running to cross the Jordan river from fear of the Israelis.
The war was called the Six Day War because it was won in six days and on the seventh day a Rabbi by the name of Goren blew the ram's horn on the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem declaring the victory. Many Jews claim that this was a parallel to Joshua when he went around the walls of Jericho six times, then on the seventh day seven times, and on that day the priests blew the trumpets and everyone shouted with one voice and took the city. To my father in Jericho it seemed that the walls had crumbled on him. During the war he was always listening to the Jordanian radio station, he used to say that the Arabs were winning, but he was listening to the wrong station. The Israeli station announced the truth of their soon coming victory. Instead my father chose to believe the Arabs who claimed that the Israelis were promoting propaganda.
Later on we moved back to Bethlehem and my father enrolled us in an Anglican-Lutheran school as they had a better English course. My brother, sister and myself were the only Muslims in the school and, being half American, teachers would beat us and students would laugh at us. When the Bible class started I would usually leave the class and remain outside waiting. One day I walked in the Bible class and the class 'bully' stood up to fight. He shouted, "We don't want this half American and Muslim to be here." I refused to get out and the lady who was teaching the class asked me to sit down. Since then I changed the schools policy and for the first time the school allowed a Muslim to study the Bible, and for the next three years I studied it despite all the mocking.
Later yet, my father transferred me to the Government school where I grew in the faith of Islam, in which I was fed the idea that one day a fulfillment of an ancient prophecy by the Muslim prophet Mohammed would come to pass, this prophecy foretold a battle in which the Holy Land would be recaptured and the elimination of the Jews would take place in a massive slaughter.
This prophecy in fact is documented in Mohammed's Book of traditions which states the following: "The day of judgment shall not come to pass until a tribe of Muslims defeat a tribe of Jews." When Mohammed was asked of the place this would take place said: "In Jerusalem and the surrounding nations."
During my youth, like my father, I was always tuned to Islam and what our Muslim teachers taught. Believing in Mohammed's prophecy I offered my life to 'Jihad' or 'Holy War' as the only means to obtain either victory or martyrdom. In Islam martyrdom
the only way you can ensure salvation and entry to heaven, especially since Allah and his prophet Mohammed promised it, as Quran states:
"Do not think of whom are killed for the cause of Allah (in a Holy War), to be dead but living with their Lord receiving his
During school riots against what we called the Israeli occupation I would prepare speeches, slogans, and write anti-Israeli graffiti in an effort to provoke students to throw rocks at the armed Israeli soldiers. We shouted "No peace or negotiations with the enemy", "Our blood and our souls we sacrifice to Arafat", "Our blood and our souls we sacrifice to Palestine", "Death to the Zionists" etc...
I vowed to fight my Jewish enemy believing that I was doing God’s will on earth, and was true to my word as I participated in many riots against the Israeli army, always trying to inflict harm them by all means and methods I could come up with. I would start, and participate in, any riot I could make. In schools, streets, and even on the holiest place (the Temple mount site) in Jerusalem called by Arabs (Al-Masjid Al-Aqsa). All through high school I would always be one of the first to provoke a riot.
Many others got involved in terror tactics against the Jews, using bombs and armed assaults to force them to leave Israel, but they never could pluck them out.
Nothing could change my heart; I could only die -- or a miracle needed to happen. The simplest way to describe myself is that I vas one of those whom one would view on CNN throwing rocks and Molotov cocktails in the days of the Intifada or 'The Uprising'. I was one of those who Jews call a terrorist. The interesting thing is that I was not only terrorizing, but I was terrorized by my beliefs since I had to gain enough merit and good deeds to go to heaven. But I never was sure if my good deeds would outweigh my bad deeds on the scale when God judged me. Of course, to die fighting the Jews would ease Allah's anger towards my sin and I would be secured in a good spot in heaven with beautiful wide eyed women to fulfill my most intimate desires, either way I would win, and terror was the only way.
I remember one time in Bethlehem all viewers clapped their hands with joy in a jam-packed theater watching the movie "21 Days in Munich". The moment we saw the Palestinians throwing grenades in the helicopter, killing the Israeli athletes, hundreds of viewers yelled "Allahu akbar" (Allah is the greatest). This is the slogan of joy used by Muslims for victorious events.
I remember students used to ask the teacher during our Islamic studies in Bethlehem High school, if it was permitted for Muslims to rape the Jewish women after we defeat them, his response was "The women captured in battle have no choice in this matter, they are concubines and they need to obey their masters, having sex with slave captives is not a 'matter of choice for slaves."' This in fact was written in the Koran, for it says: "Forbidden to you also are married women, except those who are in your hand as slaves, this is the law of Allah for you."-Sura: The Women (al-Nisa, verse 20)
And in a different verse the Koran says: "0 prophet; we allowed thee thy wives to whom thou hast paid their dowries, and the slaves whom thy right hand possesseth out of the booty which Allah hath granted thee, and the daughters of thy uncle, and of thy maternal aunt, who fled with thee to Medina, and any believing woman who hath given herself up to the prophet, if the prophet desired to wed her, a privilege to thee above the rest of the faithful". -Sura: Confederates (al-Ahzab verse 50)
We had no problem with Mohammed taking advantage of this privilege as he married 14 wives for himself and several slave girls from the booty he collected as a result of his victorious battles. We really never knew how many wives he had and that question was always a debatable issue to us. One of these wives was taken from his own adopted son, 'Zaid', as Allah declared that she was given to the prophet. Others were Jewish captives forced into slavery after Mohammed beheaded their husbands and families.
In an attempt to change the hearts of Palestinians, the Israeli T.V. station would show Holocaust documentaries on T.V., I would sit and watch, cheering the Germans while I chewed on food. It was impossible for me to change my mind or heart concerning Jews -- only a "heart transplant" would do that job.
They took our school once to a Jewish camp on the coast of Eshdod for a week to mingle us with other Jewish schools. That didn't work. On the contrary, every teacher who spoke to a Jew was mocked.
My mother, on the other hand, tried to teach me a different idea at home. She called it 'God's plan'. She spoke to me about Bible prophecy. She said that the return of the Jews was pre-planned by God and was fulfilled. This to her was God's miracle in our generation, for the World to see that "His will shall be done."
She also told me about many future events to be fulfilled in our generation, which are surfacing every day now. She told me of false Messiahs and counterfeits; but all that had little effect, for my heart was set on fighting against the Jews.
My mother was influenced by an American Missionary couple, which she asked secretly to baptize her, and when she refused to be baptized in a pond full of green algae the missionary priest had to plead to the YMCA in Jerusalem to clear the pool from men, and my mother was baptized. No one knew from our family.
Many times my mother would take me on trips to several museums in Israel, and I fell in love with archeology, and was fascinated with it. In many arguments with her I would bluntly tell her that the Jews and Christians corrupted the Bible. She responded by taking me to the scroll museum in Jerusalem and showing me the scroll of Isaiah, still intact, but there was no one taking pictures of any Bible errors to prove of any corruption and I could not respond to my mother.
I remember when I still tormented my mother by calling her an "infidel" and a "damned American Imperialist" who claimed that Jesus is the Son of God. I'd show her the pictures in the newspaper of all the teenagers supposedly martyred as a result of violence, demanding her for answers. I hated her and always asked my father to divorce her and re-marry a good Muslim woman.
I would even pose with a grim and sad face for the school picture as if I knew that my turn to be in the paper as a martyr would be next, as many times I risked being killed during youth protests and clashes with the Israeli Army.
I lived in Israel during the Six Day War, the P.L.O. resistance, the Jordanian black September civil war, the bloody wars in Lebanon, and the war of Yom Kippur, with no hope to destroy Israel. All these losses and we still hoped for that one victory since that is all it would take to destroy them.
My parents worried a lot about me as I got thrown in prison by the Israeli Army. My mother went to the American Council in Jerusalem to try to get me out. She was so stressed her hair started to fall out. In jail I learned more about the art of terrorism and when I got out I was more fanatic than before.
When I graduated from high school they sent me to the United States to seek a higher education and, of course, I got involved with many anti-Israeli social and political events. I still remember my favorite sick joke I used to like to tell my fiends. That I hated Hitler very much because he never got the job done, that is: he never finished the Jewish problem "once and for all."
With Hitler being my idol, and Mohammed my prophet, I went on with my life with little regard for Jews, Christians, or anyone who was not a Muslim. I believed that one day the whole World would submit to Islam, and that the whole world owed the Palestinians for their losses in all the battles with Israel. I also believed that Jews were prophet-killers and that they corrupted the Scriptures to serve their own evil desires. This is what Muslims teach; they also teach that Mohammed is our only redeemer and God's favored prophet.
As I lived in America I could not forget the hundreds of thousands of Muslims who died just in the last 20 years in Iran, Iraq, Kuwait, Syria, Jordan, Lebanon, Afghanistan, and in every single Muslim nation. I had to get revenge for them, and someone had to pay the price, and of course there was no question in my mind that the Jews had to pay the penalty. Somehow we always managed to twist things together and make it their fault. One day I fought with a man and struck his eye blind. I was so happy to learn that the man was a Jew.
I was fascinated with Islamic history as I learned that the Islamic prophet Mohammed extradited a Jewish tribe from Saudi Arabia and ordered the be-heading of all the men. From another tribe, the women were taken as concubines. I used to believe as Islam taught, only a Caliph (Islamic ruler) can rule the world. Islam is not a religion for one's personal and moral life, but a system of law and government to the whole world. If not achieved through peaceful means, war would have to be waged against all who do not submit to Islam, and with one billion Muslims living today I believed that it could happen.
I'll be honest; All my life I was terrified every time I read the Koran, after every other verse is always the threats of hell fire for this sin and that, when all I wanted was to reach out to my maker to say I am sorry, forgive me, give me another chance. But I failed to keep count of all my sins and my good deeds, and I was sure that at the end my sins would outweigh my good deeds. So I lived my sinful life depending on the love and mercy of my maker. I always wondered about my destiny, lost in my fears and doubts. I really hated the idea of killing for my salvation, and in reality I never had the heart to kill a rat! How then can I kill a Jew!!!
Sometime in 1992 I was fascinated when I read a book titled "Armageddon, Appointment With Destiny", by Grant Jeffrey. Some of the things explained in this book had many detailed prophecies about Jesus: his birth, life, death and resurrection; and the re-creation of the state of Israel. Many of these prophecies came to pass just as God put them down in the Bible! What also amazed me, was to find out that the chances for a man to predict hundreds of historic events written hundreds and thousands of years before their occurrences are one in zillions... what is more fascinating is that the margin of error had to be zero, especially when the fulfillment of many of these prophecies are happening in my generation. This kind of evidence had to come from a divine origin, that origin had to be God Almighty.
The struggle began, I was puzzled, how could the Bible be a fake and corrupted by the Jews if the land I grew up in spoke and cried out, as thousands of pieces of archeological evidence surfaced from the land of Israel, confirming the Bible, and the book of Isaiah was discovered in the Qumran caves by a Muslim in the next town from Bethlehem by the name of Muhammad Deib) while he was looking for a lost sheep. From that discovery they found the rest of the Old Testament, which confirmed the Old Testament Bible in our hands today with hundreds of verses predicting the coming of Jesus Christ.
I had to read the Bible to know who Jesus really was to find out for myself, and God finally led me to get to the bottom line, I started reading what Jesus said: "I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end, who was and is to come, the Almighty." Rev. 1:8. Christ also said to the Jews: "Truly, truly I say to you; before Abraham was born I AM,' (John 8:58)
It amazed me to find similar claims between Jesus and Mohammed. These claims were serious, as Mohammed said:"I am the beginning of all creation and the last prophet."
He also said: "I was a prophet of Allah while Adam was still being molded in clay."
And moreover he claimed to be the intercessor for Muslims in the Day of Judgment, by all of these claiming to be the World's last and final prophet and savior.
These things always puzzled me. If Mohammed claimed all that he claimed, then who was Jesus, who claimed to be our Redeemer and Savior? That question troubled me a great deal. One of the two claims had to be a lie. 'if there were two redeemers this would be association with God since God is the only redeemer.
Christ, or Mohammed, had to be the redeemer and intercessor for mankind. The Bible or the Koran had to be correct. One of them is pure gold and the other had to be a fake, but which one...?
Vowing to make a decision for "The Truth", I stayed up late many nights comparing many details between the Koran and the Bible. At some point during my study I prayed saying "GOD, you are the Creator of heaven and earth, the God of Abraham, Moses, and Jacob, You are the beginning and the end, You are 'The Truth', 'the only Truth', the maker of the true scripture, the one and only Word of God. I suffer to find Your truth, I want to do Your will in my life, I long for Your love and in the name of 'The Truth' I ask. Amen"
I wanted real gold and would not settle for an imitation. I had to scratch very hard to look beyond the surface of the world’s plastic religions.
I believed in the Koran as the word of God because it had modern scientific laws, and only a book with a divine origin can have scientific facts written a thousand years before their discovery. I spent a month using a computer program searching for scientific clues in the Bible. Every verse in the Koran that was a scientific miracle that had led me and millions of other Muslims to believe in the Koran, was already in the Bible. Many stories in the Koran had serious errors and with my knowledge of history and archeology I knew that the Koran had serious faults.
With many of these discoveries, my claim that the Koran was miracle was in question. Since the miracles of the Bible had all happened hundreds and thousands of years before, my foundation shook and I felt the sinking sand under my feet. Even the nations mentioned by the prophet Ezekiel in chapter 38 whom God will destroy, most of them are Muslim nations growing towards Islamic Fundamentalism today.
What also helped me is that God led me to discover, through my study of the Bible, hundreds of detailed and unique verses concerning prophecies fulfilled to the letter. No man has ever presented such detailed predictions of future events without having more errors than truth. God is the only one that holds the key to future events, and only the Bible has the key, not the Koran, which lacks that most important element, "Salvation and Redemption."
I knew at that moment I would have to be a fool, knowing all of this, to continue worshiping a different God than the God of the Bible. I really thought with my prayer that God would lead me to the Koran, but that was not the case with me. In fact it was the other way around, I had to give up my pride and be open minded to truth.
God said in the Bible: "For I am God, and there is no other; I am God and there is none like Me, declaring the end from the beginning, and from ancient times things that are not yet done, saying my counsel shall stand, and I will do all My pleasure. Isaiah 46:9,10
God did not only foretell future events, but declared them and brought them to pass, unlike the Koran, which simply used terror to conform Muslims to believe. Since I did not believe that Bible was corrupted, I spent many days searching the Bible for Mohammed, since he claimed to be in it, but never found him.
And, if the Bible has been corrupted, it had to have happened after the prophet Mohammed, since the Koran always addressed the Bible that was 'between his hands' at his time. From that time until now Muslims failed to provide one single Bible from the face of the Earth to prove the corruption, and not one historical or archeological evidence has been discovered to disprove the Bible.
Even the death of that Muslim prophet was different than the of Jesus, as Mohammed died on his favorite wife's lap, Aisha" while Jesus died on the cross in order to redeem man's sins.
I felt sad that hundreds of millions of Muslims today live without ever hearing or being challenged with this kind of evidence.
It was astonishing to me to find that Muslims and the rest of the World recognizes three main religions that worship God, even though God said that He is One and his Word is One.
I was blind, but with the Bible I began to see, I mean really SEE!! With so much Biblical prophecy fulfilled, showing the return of Israel from the grave, the attitudes of Muslims and the worlds attitude towards Jews that the end is near.
Man has never changed, he still kills his brother as Cain killed his brother Abel, the only difference is that we don't behead and stab each other in battles as much as we used to, we simply wage chemical warfare to exterminate each other like bugs, as human
is becoming less and less valuable. I began to see that sin is the source of all man's problems, and that the Devil is man's worst enemy, not the Jews, of whom Hitler exterminated 6 million less than 50 years ago. What is ironic today is that tons of literature is being sold denying the incident even existed. I wondered what would happen if a Hitler or a Mehdi or an Islamic Khalifa (Caliph) comes up to power and has what we have today: All these nuclear bombs capable of destroying Earth seven times over. God led me to look at the world that I live in and ask myself if the world today so foolishly denies the Jewish Holocaust despite all the evidence we have, why should I still wonder why most of the world today denies the messianic claim of Christ and the accuracy of the Bible, especially when the evidence is all around.
God opened my heart and mind and led me to see how people deny all the proofs He provided for us in his word, and themselves to false forms of worship.
The Lord began to show me the satanic influences which affected my way of thinking regardless of my Islamic background, which I used to think, were from God.
I was led to view the World and the meaning of life and saw the need for salvation. We all can see today man's goal for a world government waiting for the Devil to be the King!
"Babylon" is being revived from the grave to unite the world one more time, we only changed it's name to "The New World Order", when it should be called "The New Babylon". I started reading the Bible and began to wonder why Zechariah prophesied:
"For I will gather all the nations to battle against Jerusalem, the city shall be rifled, and the women ravished". -Zechariah 14:2
In Islam I was taught that the second coming of the Messiah was in Islamic prophecy. He was portrayed as the one to break the cross and kill the pig, another setup for Muslims to follow the "false" messiah, the Mehdi, the coming Antiochos Epiphanias.
Contrary to Mohammed's prophecy, the Bible prepares its readers that the outcome of the siege in the time of Jacobs trouble will not be the total annihilation of the Jews, but that Christ himself will descend on the Mount of Olives for judgment as he fights the enemies of Israel. Unfortunately, it will be to late for repentance and redemption for nonbelievers.
The saddest part is that hatred towards Jews is not an old outmoded idea from the far past. Millions of Muslims today have the same sick idea that one day they will do the same to all Jews in the Holy Land as Mohammed did to the Jews in Saudi Arabia.
In fact the permission to kill Jews and Christians, and take their wives as concubines was engraved in the Islamic "Holy Koran", and is the main cause for the hatred of Jews by Muslims to this very day.
The word "Truth" was stuck in my heart day and night, pounding on my soul as I continued to compare the two books, to finally conclude that the Bible can be proven beyond any shadow of a doubt to be true gold, not only by hundreds of ancient prophecies that came to pass, but by one ancient word created by God from the time of Jacob until our generation, for all who doubt, and that word was and still is 'Israel'.
Israel's existence today, and the re-gathering of the Jews from ALL parts of the world, is an irrefutable proof, that the Holy Bib is the true Word of God, as God scattered them throughout whole world, and re-gathered them again from ALL Nations back to their original land in fulfillment of His promises in the far past, until our present, for he said:
"I will gather you from All the nations, and from all the place where I have driven you, says the Lord, and I will bring you to the place from which I caused you to be carried away captive". -Jeremiah 29:14
The true God has never changed, he is still the same. I also learned
that my enemy, the Jews, were chosen by God to write God's Word, and God's plan for salvation through Jesus the Messiah, the only Messiah and Redeemer for man. I also learned that Jesus, the man from my hometown, was a Jew, and even my hometown was Jewish 'Beth-Lechem', which means 'Home of the Bread', as He said:
"I am the Bread of Life, he who comes to me shall never hunger, and he who believes in me shall never thirst"-John 6:35.
Beth-Lechem was given it's name before Jesus came to this world, and He was from the people of my enemy, the Jews. He died for my sin. I never heard of an enemy who dies for another enemy and loves him so much that he allowed himself to be beaten, spat on, mocked and finally crucified. Can your enemy die for you? Yet he said: "Love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you" - Matthew 5:44
The Truth was in front of my very eyes, knocking constantly on my heart, and wanting to come in. I called on The Truth and He answered. I was blind and sought the truth, and now I see. He knocked on my door and I opened, and now he has set me free!
said: 'I am The Way, The Truth and The Life, no one comes to the Father except through Me." - John 14:6.
My way of thinking, my feelings, and my goals in life began to change; I began to feel for the Jewish people. All the hatred left me. The desire to see them hurt is no more a thing in my life.
Now I hurt for them and pray peace for Jerusalem continually. And instead of laughing at images of the holocaust on T.V., I would weep for them, I am even ready to give my own life for them, as did my Lord. I say it despite the outcome of the hate that could come from my own fellow Arabs and Muslims.
Yes I say to the whole world, I love Jews, I love them because of their Messiah, I love them because they brought light to the world, and through them came the light and the truth. For that I love Jews. I no more despise them and I know from the Bible that the Jews are God's chosen people to give light to Arabs and to the whole world, if we only allow them. For God made them a blessing to the World. We need to love and support them. As God said to Abraham: "I will bless those who bless you and I will curse him who curses you, and in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed" - Genesis 12:2
Knowing the truth transferred my way of thinking from believing in Hitler to believing in Christ, from believing lies to knowing the truth, from being spiritually sick to being healed, from living in darkness to seeing the light, from being damned to being saved, from doubt to faith, from hate to love, and from evil works to God's grace through Christ.
This transformation taught me that without the (True) word of God things could look good on the surface but in the core lays deception. I accepted Jesus the Messiah, as my Lord and Savior, who died for all of our sins; to Him I submit.
Jesus said: "Come to me all you who labor and are heavy ~en, and I will give you rest." - Matthew 11:28.Thank you Lord Jesus for fulfilling your promise!