We need to continually be reminded that we war against powers and principalities, in heavenly places, not on the Earth. The people of the Earth are the Exact ones that Jesus died for and they belong to the Lord to save, just like He saved this sinner, and each of you reading.
Our battle is ultimately with the fallen Angels who are occupying His dominion for the time being, and the Gospel will unseat them; it's just a matter of time. Iran falls into the category of "all nations", just as America. The same "all nations", that Jesus commanded His disciples to Preach His name in.
The stakes have been raised, and this is an act of God, I believe, that will ultimately end with every tribe, nation and tongue under the dominion of the antichrist. It appears to me that this is Radical Islam; the white Horse of the Unveiling of Jesus. Mohammad supposedly ascended to Heaven on this famous white steed, on the temple mount, where Abraham offered Isaac.
Jiyouk spoke of fear, I stumbled into an all Islamic hotel in Hyderabad India, exhausted and alone. I encountered an "IMMAM" who was holding court with a group of young men. He was dressed in pure white, about 50 years old, and was Persian, not Hindi. These young disciples somehow found out that I was an American.[We stand out.] I was hated, with a venom that was indeed terrifying. They could barely conceal it, with eyes flashing murder.
My only weapon, my words, were taken from me, as they spoke another language. I could not proclaim Jesus. I felt like a lamb waiting for the slaughter. I must say that I was apprehensive to the edge of fear. I realized that any of these young men could, and would kill me, given a chance, thinking that they were doing Allah a favor, and no one would ever miss me.
Like Paul, who escaped by the basket over the wall, I bailed out one morning early, and checked out, without notice. I thought
I could die, and knives and my neck came through my imagination, in a real way.
I thought of Jiyouk's report of Christian's being afraid there, I could not imagine living day to day with your children in this setting, and having to make a living also. What courage it must take, for a Christian to live as a disciple there, openly, and to walk in love, also. It is mind boggling to imagine a life lived under this pressure.
My compassion has been stirred through this thread for my family in ISLAM, and the lost there under this awefull demonic bondage.
P.S., I have had the priveledge to see two muslims saved unto Jesus, but I lost track of them over the years.
