That’s how it is with my words. They don’t return to me without doing everything I send them to do. When you are set free, you will celebrate and travel home in peace. Mountains and hills will sing as you pass by, and trees will clap. Cypress and myrtle trees will grow in fields once covered by thorns. And then those trees will stand as a lasting witness to the glory of the LORD.
[Isaiah 55:11-13]
But I tell you to love your enemies and pray for anyone who mistreats you.
[Matthew 5:44]
Hisham writes:
I was only thirteen when an extremist Muslim group recruited me.
My brother (15 yrs old) and I were first attracted to that Muslim faction by a group of teenagers studying the Qur’an in the mosque in our neighborhood. In 1973, I was invited, together with my brother, to military training camps. We were told: “If you want to shoot straight, imagine that there is a Christian in your sights.”
In 1975, as soon as the civil war in Lebanon broke out, I participated in shelling Christian neighborhoods, to laying in ambush for Christian militias. In the late 1970s, I was given a long-range rifle with a powerful telescope and sniped at people in the Christian part of Beirut. It was a moment of truth when, through my telescope, I saw three people running for cover: An old woman and two boys.
One of them looked like a cousin of mine. The old woman reminded me of my grandmother. I did not shoot. My conscience told me that they were people like us. I refused to follow orders and decided to quit. “No causes are worth the bloodshed,” I thought. Continue Reading »
Story posted on Monday, May 1st, 2006 and is filed under Conversions, Your Stories, Prayer, Evangelization, Missions, Most Popular Stories. | 5 Comments »