Post by john1010 on May 11, 2010 10:04:53 GMT -5
Miracle of Miracles: A Muslim Woman's Conversion to Christ and Flight from the Perils of Islam
In the early 1980's, Mina Nevisa fled for her life from Iran when she was 17 because she had become a Christian. This is an astonishing firsthand testimony on the nature of Islam, and of the power of Jesus Christ to make all things new.
This is a must read!!! Any ministry that attempts to win Muslims to Christ without the miracle-working power of God is doomed to be ineffective. 20 years later she was in America serving the Lord when she got a phone call from her father in Iran. This is what he said:
My dear Mina, just listen carefully to what I want to tell you about has happened to me in the last couple of days. Early Thursday morning I left Tehran for our farm in the country, and arrived there around noon. Even though it is not Ramadan, I decided to spend the day fasting. I was alone, as your mother was at one of our other estates. I was scheduled to return home later that evening. There were errands to run and I was tired and hungry when I got to the farm. I walked around a little and then decided to return home, only to find that I had accidentally locked the keys in the car. I did not welcome the prospect of walking all the way to town to fetch a locksmith. I opted to recite my salat before the cold darkness closed in and before attempting the journey.
The waters of the well were cold as I splashed them over my face, arms, loins and feet in abulation before kneeling in prayer. I was famished with hunger and as I knelt I saw a package of warm, freshly baked bread lying in the grass. There was not a soul around for miles and I began to thank Allah for His provision. I put a piece to my mouth and heard a thunderous voice telling me to rise to my feet. I obeyed and as I arose a heavy rain began to fall over me. To my astonishment, the voice commanded me to look around. It was then that I noticed that it was only raining on me and nowhere else on the farm. The ground under my feet was soaked and everywhere else the ground was perfectly dry.
The voice came again, ‘Do you know who I am? I am the Bread of Life.’ My response was, Allaho Akbar, God is Great. ‘No, you are mistaken, I am not Allah. You don’t know Me at all. Kneel before Me.’ When I knelt, a radiant figure appeared in front of me. The light from it was so bright that I had to lift my hands to shield my eyes.
‘You are to repent of your sins. I am the Bread of Life and today My blood washes your sins away.’ I fell face-forward into the wet ground and cried out the name of Jesus repeatedly. As I did so, something that felt like a heavenly electrical honey pulsated through my entire body. I screamed into the muddy ground, ‘Even though I am now an old man, please accept me, Jesus, and I will serve You the rest of my life.’
The voice became even louder and continued, ‘You are to prepare a feast of salvation at your home for all to see.’ I knew that I had to rush home to tell your mother what had occurred. To my amazement, when I reached for the open package of bread, which was beside me, it and the ground that I had been lying upon were completely dry.
However, my clothes were still thoroughly soaked, and I had no choice but to head for home in that condition. In my excitement, I had forgotten that the keys were locked in the car, and I put my hand on the door handle. Miraculously, it swung open and I found the keys in the ignition where I had left them.
I explained every detail about my divine encounter to your mother. I enthusiastically announced that I now believed as you do because I had experienced the same type of visitation that you had once described. She gently reprimanded me for my previous attitudes and then hugged me as she wept for joy. ‘Oh, so you now believe in Jesus like Mina?’ she berated me. ‘Don’t you think that it is a little late seeing how you drove her from our home all those years ago? You are so strange. Because of your fanatical concerns about your precious Islam, you disowned our wonderful daughter who was carrying your grandchild.. How could you do such a thing simply to protect your reputation as an Islamic scholar within this ridiculously barbarous regime of the Ayatollah’s?’
She then embraced me with deep affection, ‘My husband, I’m so very proud of you. You can never imagine how I have longed and prayed for the day that I would hear you speaking as you are now. After more than 20 years, it is wonderful to hear you lovingly utter Mina’s name with such high esteem. I will do everything that I can to help you prepare the grand banquet for the Lord that you have been commanded to serve in our home.’
In the early 1980's, Mina Nevisa fled for her life from Iran when she was 17 because she had become a Christian. This is an astonishing firsthand testimony on the nature of Islam, and of the power of Jesus Christ to make all things new.
This is a must read!!! Any ministry that attempts to win Muslims to Christ without the miracle-working power of God is doomed to be ineffective. 20 years later she was in America serving the Lord when she got a phone call from her father in Iran. This is what he said:
My dear Mina, just listen carefully to what I want to tell you about has happened to me in the last couple of days. Early Thursday morning I left Tehran for our farm in the country, and arrived there around noon. Even though it is not Ramadan, I decided to spend the day fasting. I was alone, as your mother was at one of our other estates. I was scheduled to return home later that evening. There were errands to run and I was tired and hungry when I got to the farm. I walked around a little and then decided to return home, only to find that I had accidentally locked the keys in the car. I did not welcome the prospect of walking all the way to town to fetch a locksmith. I opted to recite my salat before the cold darkness closed in and before attempting the journey.
The waters of the well were cold as I splashed them over my face, arms, loins and feet in abulation before kneeling in prayer. I was famished with hunger and as I knelt I saw a package of warm, freshly baked bread lying in the grass. There was not a soul around for miles and I began to thank Allah for His provision. I put a piece to my mouth and heard a thunderous voice telling me to rise to my feet. I obeyed and as I arose a heavy rain began to fall over me. To my astonishment, the voice commanded me to look around. It was then that I noticed that it was only raining on me and nowhere else on the farm. The ground under my feet was soaked and everywhere else the ground was perfectly dry.
The voice came again, ‘Do you know who I am? I am the Bread of Life.’ My response was, Allaho Akbar, God is Great. ‘No, you are mistaken, I am not Allah. You don’t know Me at all. Kneel before Me.’ When I knelt, a radiant figure appeared in front of me. The light from it was so bright that I had to lift my hands to shield my eyes.
‘You are to repent of your sins. I am the Bread of Life and today My blood washes your sins away.’ I fell face-forward into the wet ground and cried out the name of Jesus repeatedly. As I did so, something that felt like a heavenly electrical honey pulsated through my entire body. I screamed into the muddy ground, ‘Even though I am now an old man, please accept me, Jesus, and I will serve You the rest of my life.’
The voice became even louder and continued, ‘You are to prepare a feast of salvation at your home for all to see.’ I knew that I had to rush home to tell your mother what had occurred. To my amazement, when I reached for the open package of bread, which was beside me, it and the ground that I had been lying upon were completely dry.
However, my clothes were still thoroughly soaked, and I had no choice but to head for home in that condition. In my excitement, I had forgotten that the keys were locked in the car, and I put my hand on the door handle. Miraculously, it swung open and I found the keys in the ignition where I had left them.
I explained every detail about my divine encounter to your mother. I enthusiastically announced that I now believed as you do because I had experienced the same type of visitation that you had once described. She gently reprimanded me for my previous attitudes and then hugged me as she wept for joy. ‘Oh, so you now believe in Jesus like Mina?’ she berated me. ‘Don’t you think that it is a little late seeing how you drove her from our home all those years ago? You are so strange. Because of your fanatical concerns about your precious Islam, you disowned our wonderful daughter who was carrying your grandchild.. How could you do such a thing simply to protect your reputation as an Islamic scholar within this ridiculously barbarous regime of the Ayatollah’s?’
She then embraced me with deep affection, ‘My husband, I’m so very proud of you. You can never imagine how I have longed and prayed for the day that I would hear you speaking as you are now. After more than 20 years, it is wonderful to hear you lovingly utter Mina’s name with such high esteem. I will do everything that I can to help you prepare the grand banquet for the Lord that you have been commanded to serve in our home.’
