|An Iranian Refugee’s Terrible Journey to God|
I survived snowy mountains, a filthy prison, and an abusive husband. Then I discovered who had protected me all along.
When Arif marched up to me in church, it was obvious that he was angry. With his eyes narrowed in hate and his long beard trembling with rage, he was incensed that I, a Christian woman, would be trying to convert Muslims. Within seconds Arif was flat on his back as if God had acted supernaturally to get his attention. (This is not an uncommon experience when I witness to Muslims.) It didn’t take long for Arif to break down and start crying, and once he’d opened up his heart to God like ...
Friday, April 13, 2018
An Iranian Refugee’s Terrible Journey to God