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TITLE: Hey, Musad - Jesus Loves You! | Previous Challenge Entry
By Julia May
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Every day for four months as I made my way to Mosque, she was on the street. Every day she would call to me:
“Musad, why are you Muslim? Do you not know Jesus loves you?”
At first, I was astonished at her brazen behavior and speech and gave her a look I was sure would send her home to her mother in tears. I was wrong. She continued to smile at me. Every day she was there and everyday she told me the same thing;
“Hey, Musad! Jesus loves you!”
Some days I ignored her and walked on the other side. Still she called out to me about her Jesus.
“Musad, Jesus loves you! Have a blessed day!“
Some days I hated her. I wanted to strike her down and close her mouth forever. I did not understand why this name Jesus brought such anger to me. He was a prophet and is even mentioned in the Quoran. I had learned from a very early age he was just a prophet, nothing more.
One day she said something different:
“Musad, I want to become a Muslim. Can you show me how?”
I stopped in my tracks unsure if I’d heard her right.
“You said you want to become Muslim, is that right?”
She nodded, smiling at me.
“Well, yes I can teach you. I will be happy to.”
“OK Musad, if you can show me one place in your Quoran that says Allah loves me, I will become Muslim.”
I went home that night and poured over my holy book all night long, the next day, and for two days after that. I had very little sleep and was getting discouraged. I could not find it. Nowhere in the Quoran did it tell me Allah loves me. I was very disheartened. Something was happening to my spirit. I felt a gentle tugging inside. The little missionary girl has something that I do not have, I told myself. She has the love of her Jesus. I wanted that love.
The next morning I went to her home just before daylight so I would not be seen by anyone from Mosque. Her father opened the door.
“Hello, how may I help you?” He warmly greeted me.
"Yes sir, I, uh.....every day your daughter is on the street. She tells me Jesus loves me. I want to know about this love.”
“Please come in! Carolina, wake up! Musad is here!”
For two hours Carolina and her father read to me from their Bible. They told me Jesus Christ loved me so much, that He died on the cross for my sins and rose again the third day so I could have eternal life. They told me He came to earth to be the Savior for all who would believe in Him. That morning I repented of my sins and asked Jesus to be my personal Savior. In that instant, my heart and my eyes were opened. I saw the truth and I believed. It was then I felt His love wash over me just as rivers of living water. I was truly alive for the first time. I wanted to sing with joy! The missionaries embraced me, gave me a Bible and told me to read it every day. I couldn’t get enough of it! My eyes became opened more with each page.
I knew I had to share this love of Jesus. But how? My family would disown me or worse, kill me if they found out. I did not care. I had the love of Jesus and that is all that mattered to me.
Has it been worth it? You may ask.
Yes! Very much worth the persecution I have endured, very much worth losing my earthly family, my childhood home, everything. I would do it again. All because of a little American girl that told me over and over:
“Hey Musad, Jesus loves you.”
Now it is my duty, my commission to GO into all the world preaching the gospel. My name is Musad. I am a missionary for my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
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