ARTICLE : TRUE LIFE STORY OF MUSLIM WOMAN LOST FOR SEVEN YEARS WHO FINDS JESUS IN THE SCRIPTURES. (FIRUZA'S STORY)

Sometime later, a lady brought painted Easter eggs to my place of work . "Why did you paint these" i asked.
“It’s a holiday,” she responded, continuing with an invitation to celebrate Easter together at church.
“What do you do there?” i wanted to know.
“We sing songs, we pray, we praise God, we worship.”
Maybe for a concert I could go, because I like music. So on Sunday, I went to church. But the concert was awful. Looking around the church, I was confused by what I saw. I saw rows of Central Asians—my people—listening to the message.
Bored and uninterested in the preaching, I didn’t concentrate on the message. Afterwards, people from the congregation went forward to share their testimonies.
This really touched me, the testimonies, Previously, I had thought God gave rules and had nothing to do with individuals personally. At the church, I heard people describe the ways God was intimately involved in their lives.

       I agreed to attend church a second week. Again, I ignored the preaching but listened intently to the testimonies. And when the pastor asked to pray for newcomers, to bless them, I  walked to the front of the church.
Besides a blessing, there was also a prayer. Unable to return to my seat, i answered the set of questions being asked.
“Do you think you are a sinner?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want forgiveness for your sins?”
“Yes.”
“God sent 2,000 years ago a Saviour to sacrifice for your sins. If you accept that sacrifice your sins will be forgiven… If you want to be forgiven, you can pray this prayer with me.”

   And they prayed. I accepted Jesus, not really deciding I want Jesus, I just thought they were asking questions.
Immediately after praying, I was filled with fear. I thought I betrayed my family, my religion, my ‘god’… , ‘What have I done? Is this right or wrong? How can I know?’”

When I got home, i locked myself in my room. Weeping, i began to pray. “I didn’t say Allah, I didn’t say Jesus, I didn’t say Mohammed. I said, ‘My Creator, I known You exist. Only You can show me the truth. You know my heart. I want to go to You.’”
After praying, I found the Bible i’d been given, a New Testament in my language, and began to read the Book of Matthew.
I couldn’t stop until I finished this book. Then God in His power showed me the whole picture. He took away this thought I always had that the Bible was changed… God spoke this, and I…believed the Bible was true.
As I continued to read the Bible, I discovered more evidence of God’s love and truth. I began studying the Bible with the woman who had invited me to church, and i also started praying for my family.

      It took me seven years to receive Jesus. For my youngest sister, it took less than seven minutes!. Later, another sister also believed.
I see God’s power in my life. There are so many hundreds, if not thousands, of miracles… God knows my heart, and He gives the answer that I need.”

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* The name in this story was changed.