WWMD What Would Mohammed Do?

If God is love, then why do people suffer and die? If there is a God then I don’t like Him!" was my rapid response to any Christian who approached me, trying to get me saved. It was 1978, 3 AM one morning. I thought I was alone. Kneeling at the foot of my bed, I cried out to the Lord Jesus Christ, and for the first time, I realized that I wasn’t alone at all. He was with me and had been with me all along. I began to receive the love of God that morning. Jesus became my best Friend, and my love for Him continues to grow with each passing day. Why did I cry out to Jesus? Being raised in the Bible belt, I’d obviously heard a lot about Him. That’s probably the reason. Had I been born a Turk and raised in a Muslim community, I probably would have cried out to Allah. But I wasn’t, and I didn’t. I cried out to Jesus and a miraculous, dramatic change began taking place within me. One of the immediate, noticeable changes that took place was in the songs I was writing. I went from crying and singing the blues to crying and singing praises. Tears of sorrow became tears of joy! Psalm 40:2,3 "He also brought me up out of the miry clay and set my feet upon a rock, and established my steps. He has put a new song in my mouth- a song of praise to our God...." Hope was birthed in my heart and I began to have a burning passion to share that hope with others, particularly those who were in the same nightmare I had been in.