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The Conversion of a Muslim

The Conversion of a Muslim

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ZAROUHI, please tell me more. Explain it again. It is so hard for me to understand."

It was Fatima who spoke. Often had Zarouhi talked to her of the Christian faith, but so dark was her mind that she seemed unable to take it in.

“Well, now,” replied Zarouhi. “let us start at the beginning. First, I will read from Romans 3:23: ‘All have sinned!’ You understand that, do you not? You know that you have sinned.”

“Ah, yes, Zarouhi. I know it well enough. My heart is full of sin,” answered Fatima.

“Now in Ezekiel 18:4 it is declared that ‘The soul that sinneth, it shall die,’ and in Romans 6:23, ‘The wages of sin is death.’ Is that clear, Fatima?” continued Zarouhi, looking enquiringly into the sad face before her.

“But everybody dies,” responded Fatima; “the good and bad alike.”

“Yes, but this death means eternal separation from God, Fatima,” explained Zarouhi. “You know I have told you already about heaven and hell. Death to the sinner means missing heaven and going to hell.”

“Oh, I see! That, then, is what it means to perish, to be lost,” said Fatima. “You remember you read about it yesterday.” “Yes, Fatima. But now it says here in I Corinthians 15:3 that ‘Christ died for our sins.’ And in I Peter 2:24 it states that Christ ‘bare our sins in His own body on the tree.’ You see, ‘God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son.’ It was for you, Fatima, that Jesus died on the cross. But God raised Him from the grave and He is now living in heaven. He is able to save you from all your sins and give you peace.

“And now He says in Matthew 11:28, ‘Come unto Me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.’ Can Mohammed do that for you, Fatima?” “Mohammed? Oh, no, no, no! There is no rest for a woman in Islam. Can it be possible that there is rest in Christianity?” And Fatima looked with longing into the face of her instructor.

“No, Fatima,” replied Zarouhi, “there is no rest in Christianity any more than there is in Islam. But, Fatima, there is rest in the Lord Jesus Christ.”

“Oh, I see!” cried the woman. “It isn’t your religion after all any more than ours, but it is your Christ.”

“Now you have it, Fatima,” responded Zarouhi. “Would you like to come to Jesus?”

“Oh, yes!” exclaimed the woman. “But how? Tell me how. Oh, it’s so dark; I don’t know how.” And she began to weep.

“Why, Fatima, “ explained Zarouhi, “you must come just as you are. Just pour out your heart to Him. He will hear you, for He is right here now, waiting to save you.”

“May I? May I come at once? Will He take me now, and give me rest? Oh, Zarouhi, tell me truly. Will I pray to Him now?” And she laid both hands on the girl’s shoulders as she spoke.

“Yes, Fatima, right here and now. Just tell Him what you have so often told me,” urged Zarouhi.

And in a moment, with eyes closed, tears flowing freely, face turned upward, the Turkish woman began to pray: “Oh, Jesus, I come to Thee. I have sinned many times and I must perish. No rest, no peace have I. O God! My heart is heavy. My burdens weigh me down. Unhappy am I. But Jesus. O Jesus, Thou didst die for me, poor, sad Fatima. And I come. I come to Thee now, just as I am. Save me. Oh, save me, my Lord Jesus. Forgive Fatima all her sins. Come into my heart, and give me rest, O my Lord Jesus.”

There was a moment of silence, and then she exclaimed: “Oh, Zarouhi, Zarouhi, my load is gone! Don’t you see it? Oh, how light I feel! Oh, my Zarouhi, I love you, my sister! I love you! Jesus has come.”

And in a flood of tears, the happy woman threw her arms around the neck of the Armenian girl, and sobbed out her heart, for her joy was almost more than she could contain.

Friend of mine, you may not be a Muslim, but you also need Christ. Won’t you just now bow your head and ask Him to come into your heart? Do it and He will save you, too.



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