Mohammad wanted to know more about Christianity

12/6/21 on board a flight:

Got on the plane and a veiled Muslim woman, who couldn’t speak English, was my seat mate. Her husband wanted to sit next to her, so I let him:)

I was wanting to look for an aisle to sleep on anyways on the 14 hour and 40 minute flight to America from the Middle East. But if me and the vieled woman could have communicated, I would have wanted to sit next to her.

I found an aisle and quickly laid down. It was a seat where the arm rest only went up in one section so I dangled my feet over one immovaeble arm rest. I had an empty seat at my head, but no one was in it. At one point, I lay my arm above my head and can feel a human. It causes me to jump, pull up my eye mask and ask the 23 year old sitting there “Is this your seat?” He said “I was asked to move from my seat.” I didn’t ask why and just went back to sleep. 

When I woke up, I knew I needed to talk to him. He said his name was Mohammad from Pakistan. He asked what I was doing in the Middle East. I told him about Yano. He told me how he is diagnosed schizophrenic after getting K2, synthetic weed, thinking it was natural weed. He went into what sounded like a psychosis that lasted a year. He said he would hear voices, cut himself and his legs would shake.

I asked what the voices said. He said “We are coming to get you.” He lived in a state of paranoia. 

He said his mom did some spirutal things with him in Pakistan recently and he got on medication that helps. The voices are now gone, he said and his legs don’t shake. 

I told him I was a Christian and shared my story. I told him how I heard voices before I was saved. That one time I could audibly hear voices and called the police to come to my house thinking someone was coming in. He said he did the same thing. I told him how I used to smoke weed and be super paranoid. And how at 18, I wanted to commit suicide. Mohammad could relate. 

Mohammad asked “Do you drink now?” I answered “No.” He asked “Do you smoke?” I said “No.” He told me he smoked a pack a day and I told him the healing story the Lord did with me at 19 to deliver me from the addiction of smoking a pack a day too.

He said “I am interested in Christianity.” 

He told me how, if he left Islam, his country would judge him. He said he was scared to leave Islam. He said “I’m scared to be an atheist. What if there is a God?” 

He went on to say Jehovah Witnesses visited his house many times. 

Folks, if the JWs are relentless to go to Muslims, 

we for sure need to perk up on a flight or go knock on some doors too. 

I assured him that Mormons and Jehovah Witnesses were basically cults who got led astray by false prophets. I said all religions, including Islam, are basing their eternity on their good works….except Christianity. I said “In Islam, it’s like a scale and you hope your good works outweigh your bad works and even then there is no assurance in your eternity.” 

I explained to him that Jesus forgives us of our sin and that is how we know we will have a relationship with Him and be with Him forever. He asked “So Jesus forgives you of all your sin?” I said “Yes, but when we choose to follow Him, we follow what He taught us. So we don’t sin and think, “oh well! I am forgiven!” We want to walk as He told us to walk. 

I showed Mohammad Matthew 10 where Jesus showed His disciples what to do. “Heal the sick, raise the dead and cast out demons.” (I was curious of the warfare going on in his life, so I wanted to share the deliverance talked about in Jesus’ ministry.) He said “Jesus was like a doctor?” (He was so intrigued by our convo.) I said “Yes, a Great Physician….but more. He was the only sacrifice that could forgive us for our sins.”

I shared with him how I know I will be with Jesus in eternity. I showed him John 14:6 where Jesus said “I am the way, the truth and the life. No one goes to the Father, except through Me.”

I told him how I was raised in faith but didn’t believe and it sounds like he was in the same boat. I told him, whether Christian or Muslim, if we don’t believe what we are labelled, then it really isn’t a faith at all. That one day we will all stand before the judgement of Christ and He will separate the sheep from the goats. That day, it won’t matter what our parents believed, it will matter what we believed. 

He said how he doesn’t even do the “duties” in Islam now for example to pray. I told him “I didn’t pray either before I became a Christian. It was just religion and I didn’t practice my faith.” 

He asked if I had a Bible. I said it was in my big luggage but showed him my Bible apps and Jesus Film app. I shared the gospel with Mohammad and showed him some Bible verses. I told Mohammad how what they call the prophet Mohammad said he didn’t know what would happen to him or his followers (Koran Aaya 46:9) but Jesus said He will go and prepare a place for you. (Bible John 14:2-3.)

I showed him the verse “Come to Me, all you who are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28

I told him that many Muslims I have known ask God what is the truth and they end of having dreams of Jesus as a result. That in the course of time, I have seen Muslims become Christians.

I shared with Mohammad how I spend every day with Jesus. That Jesus encouraged me with Psalm 61: 2 yesterday morning about the faint of heart looking to the Rock that is higher. He asked “Is rock a metaphor?” I said “yes” and showed him another Scripture…Psalm 18:2 that says “The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer.” I explained how God being related to a rock showed His firmness and unshakeability. 

I explained that in Islam there are 99 names of God and “Love” and “Father” are not some of God’s names in Islam. But in Christianity, the Bible says “God is love.” God loves us like a Father and is a Father.

In the course of us talking, he told me he actually moved to the seat next to me because the American asked him to leave his seat so she could lay down. And he left. We both concurred that this was planned and I know God, Himself ordained this. 

Later, as I had my quiet time on the plane, I sensed the Lord tell me that He dropped him in my lap, almost literally.

I hope you are awake to people getting kicked out of their seats and you welcome all who come to you with open arms ready and prepared to share the gospel of peace.

I could see the man across from us continuing to look back. I am sure he was either encouraged or offended as I unashamedly shared Jesus. People are watching and listening.

We both essentially got asked to leave our seats, because Jesus had a better encounter ahead. Thank you Jesus. You are never a dull moment.