Book Review: "Seeking Allah, Finding Jesus" by Nabeel Qureshi

Today I finished an incredible book that I simply MUST share with like-minded friends. If you can find this book at your local library, RUN, don't walk, to check it out and read it!

This book follows a young man through an almost idyllic childhood founded upon the faith of generations before him, the peaceful Islam found in his particular sect. His parents, both born in Pakistan, have emigrated to the US before his birth, and he is raised as a flag-waving son of a U.S. Navy officer.

As a young college student, the events of 9/11 shock him as much as they shock his classmates. He is appalled to discover that the Islam that created those attacks shares so many founding beliefs with the Islam he has been raised to accept as truth.

God brings a good friend into the life of the author during his time as a med student at Old Dominion University. Over the following years, the author recounts many of their conversations, and gives incredible detail of specific surah (portions of the Qu'ran) that he used to discuss theology with this friend. The notes on these portions are excellent and detailed. Finally, as the title suggests, the author finds incontrovertible proof of Christ's claims and accepts Him as his savior.

I would have liked to see more detail of how the author was accepted as a Christian both in the Muslim community and in that of the protestant community in his hometown. Additionally, I would have liked to see the story come full-circle with the author telling his college friend of his conversion. But these are simply my own preferences to give some living qualities to what is a very deep theological discussion. Several times, I put the book down and walked around the house for a few minutes to let the issues meld in my mind. It is not a book that can be read in a quick sitting!

One more disappointing part of this book relates to textual criticism. In a discussion between the author and his Christian college friend, the author asks about two sections of Scripture, "the end of Mark" and John 7:53-8:11, referring to them as later additions to Scripture, as a result of his google research on the subject. (At this point the author is still a Muslim trying to convert his friend by undermining the Bible and holding up the Qu'ran as the perfect example.) The Christian friend says simply, "Oh, most Christian scholars agree that those are not authentic. But the fact that we know that further proves that the Scripture is accurate, because at least we know and admit where additions have been made." No further discussion is offered, and as a life-long believer and apologist for the whole Word of God, I was concerned about this statement being included. In fact, this ONE statement is the thing that would keep me from being able to recommend this book to my children and others who may be less firm in their faith than they should be. I would never want a book I had recommended to be used by Satan to place doubt in their hearts about the authenticity of every word of Scripture, since our faith puts the Word of God in such an important place.

This book was convicting to my heart as a Christian parent as I saw how clearly these Muslim parents communicated to their very young children the reasons behind their beliefs, and even more importantly their calling (by Allah, of course) to be proselytizing for their faith. Beginning in middle school, the author engages his friends in doctrinal discussions that inevitably leave him even more convinced that Islam is stronger than other faiths, and the Christian students around him flailing under talking points that failed to answer close scrutiny. As a Christian parent, I was reminded once again of my responsibility to teach my children not only the whys and wherefores of our belief system, but even more, the importance of being able to draw others to our Christ as a result of lovingly challenging their thinking.

If you choose to read this book, please let me know. I think it is an incredible piece of writing that will challenge your heart and reinforce your faith that our Christian belief system holds up to the intense scrutiny it was subjected to by this med student who desperately wanted Islam to win the battle in his own heart. I want to hear from you if it impacts you as it did me!

A Broken Foot Leads to a Broken Will

Sooo... life wasn't exciting enough around here, and I found a way to spice things up :-) Isn't it funny how God takes you from the point where you think things are going pretty smoothly, and up-ends your boat?!

About the first of February, I remember looking around (mentally) at a few friends who were running hither and yon with health issues, work, kid activities, etc, and thinking to myself, "I remember when February used to be so stressful. I'm glad I've figured out (note the smug back-patting there!) how to take life more calmly."

Oops... the Lord loves me too much to let me get away with that kind of thinking.

First, on a quiet (dare I say boring?) Saturday at home, I saw that a friend needed help covering a 31 vendor event, since she'd been ill. I told her I'd do it for her, even though it was nearly an hour away, just because I hadn't done a lot with the business lately and was feeling guilty.



So off I trekked to this event for homeless pets (it was so meaningful I can't even remember the name of the group it supported!) to see if I could sell some 31 products and get a few new contacts. While there... long story short... I stepped out of a doorway the wrong way and BROKE my foot. Uh-oh... things just got a little less calm in my life. :-(

While driving myself to the ER (not everyone in my family had as boring a life as I did), I started reminding myself of the things God might very well desire to teach me by knocking me off my feet (literally...lol). I am a firm believer in self-talk. Keep yourself so busy speaking truth and rehearsing God's ways to yourself that you don't have time to doubt God's involvement in a circumstance. It had served me well in various crises, and it seemed like the right thing to do now, too.

By the time we left the ER that night, I'd decided several things:

• Broken bones are painful! I'm glad I waited nearly 37 years to get my first one!
• Cleidocranials (see Cleidocranial dysplasia) are not made to use crutches! Yikes! That was painful!
• Men in general, and teen-aged sons specifically, do not have the same "care-giving gene" granted to women, and specifically moms/wives :-)
• I was going to get longer than I originally thought to learn whatever lessons God had for me. :-(

The following week, I had the privilege of celebrating my birthday (also Valentine's Day) with my sweet husband while riding around in a wheelchair. I was so blessed by his willingness to accept the change in plans with grace and concern for my comfort!

We're two weeks into this journey now. I have found once again that God is faithful, and that He continually gives opportunities to give HIM glory, and to serve in a sacrificial way. I am amazed at how many opportunities I am given to serve my family, even from a bed-rest position. 

What does God do to throw you into the deep end when you get the mistaken feeling that you can handle life on your own? I'd love to laugh... and learn... with you! :-)

A Sacrifice of Praise... Overtime!

    Have you ever noticed how many times we are instructed to praise in God's word? I mean really, why would God not just expect us to praise Him when we feel grateful and let us off the hook when life gets rough? I'm beginning to realize (yes, again... how many times must I learn the same lesson!?) that sometimes, giving praise because of the trial in my life brings a greater blessing. 

    Lately, I've had no trouble finding things to praise God for... a relaxing afternoon hosting a beloved missionary family, a peaceful evening playing board games with my kiddos, my husband's renewed health to return to work after an extended illness... the blessings have been flowing heavily around here! 

    So why, tonight, did I find myself grasping at straws to write in my gratitude journal? It wasn't that rough of a day. Pretty relaxing, really. My girls and I read aloud together, I made some yummy home-cooked meals, nothing broke down, and there wasn't even any teenager conflict like sometimes rears its ugly head! I'm blessed! So why couldn't I think of something to put into words?
  
    Because God wanted more from me today. He wanted a sacrifice of praise today. He wasn't going to let me off the hook with the typical blessings today. It was time for me to dig deeper into my soul and obey His order to give thanks in everything! So, here goes...

    Disclaimer: If you're a military spouse, or someone whose spouse truly works long hours, you have my respect! But for me, anything longer than an eight-hour shift sets me to counting the minutes for my husband's return. Today, my challenge was to thank God for overtime. It hasn't been too long since I was worried about whether my husband would ever be well enough to return to work full-time. God has restored his health completely! And just a few weeks before that, we were going over the budget with a fine-tooth comb, trying to figure out how to keep loose ends together until "overtime season" returned. So I'm grateful today. On this, a beautiful Saturday that passed peacefully without incident, I'm grateful that my husband spent nearly twelve hours at work. I'm grateful that he missed out on going to a mystery shop for dinner with me and four of the kids. I'm grateful that we had to play our nightly round of skip-bo without his competitive hand or his wry humor. I'm grateful that I snuggled down into a cold bed, shivering until my heating blanket warmed up, while he was finishing his last flight at work. And I'm especially grateful that my husband is a hard-worker who doesn't complain about the longer days!

    I'm not saying "thank you" because I feel like it, but because it is the right thing to do. Again, I know many of you suffer far worse than this, especially if your husband works out of town or out of the country. You have my undying respect and gratitude. But for me, this is what God asked of me today, to sacrifice by thanking Him for my husband's work schedule. 

    What are you grateful for today? Let me know in the comments below. I look forward to hearing from you!

Meditations on Standing Nearby

Meditations on Standing Nearby

John 19: 26-27 depicts a portion of the scene in which Christ hangs on the cross, prepared to pay the eternal price for my sin. We haven’t heard from the disciples, those twelve specially chosen young men who have shadowed his footsteps for the last three years, since Peter’s denial during the trial. Then suddenly, we realize that one of them is present. There is John, perhaps the youngest of the twelve, and clearly the one who considers himself to be the closest friend of Jesus. He is standing with his own mother and Jesus’ mother, for all we know silently observing the death of his dreams.

We can learn from John’s example. When he found himself at the end of the Mission to which he had dedicated the previous three years of his life, where did he go? When everyone in his public world saw the humiliation of the Man who had called him away from a lucrative family business and dragged him around the countryside, living like vagrants, one day chasing down their Leader who had gone alone to pray, and another day watching Him escape those who would put Him to death… where do we find John? He was ‘standing nearby’. He was still in the presence of the Saviour Who had seemingly failed him. John was physically in the same place he had been for the previous three years… near to His beloved Lord.

Sometimes, in our lives, too, we find ourselves at a loss for words. We stand silently to the side as the plans we have built for months or years crumble around us. Inwardly, we question… “But Lord, YOU built this! What good could come of its failure now?” Whether in the loss of a marriage, the rebellion of a child, the failure of some earthly leader, or any other death of a vision, loss hurts. Something in our core is torn apart when it seems that what we’ve done for our Saviour has been a waste.

But more than that, even when we do have the faith to remain physically present in the midst of a crisis, we may hesitate to move forward in our spiritual walks. When we come upon the scene in John 19, it is not a static picture. While John may have been standing still, it would seem it was more with the spirit of one waiting for further instructions. It implies, if you will, ‘waiting’ as a waitperson in a restaurant, or the more archaic term of a ‘lady-in-waiting.’ John was standing ready to receive whatever his Leader instructed next, even though his Leader appeared to others to have been stripped of His authority. When Jesus instructs John to treat Mary as his own mother, the Bible says it was so “from that hour”. Wow! Oh, to be so attentive in the face of earth-shattering trials in my own life!

Whether the question you face is , “Where was God on 9/11?” or “Did your God allow the Newtown school shooting?” or even “My pastor failed our church, so how can God be true?” the answer is the same.  When I am in a personal crisis of faith, or have opportunity to speak into someone else during a crisis, I am challenged from John’s life to continue on with what I do know to be true. Yes. My God is still good. My God is still all-powerful, and He still loves me. I may not be able to tell you how, when it seems all I’ve believed in and worked toward is dying with Him on the cross, but I know what I’m supposed to do next.

Tomorrow, I’ll wake up and spend some quiet time with my Saviour, no matter how I feel.

I’ll care for my family and teach them to know and love God, too.

I’ll honor, obey, and submit to what I know until I receive further instruction. Because what I know of God hasn’t changed.  A crisis in my world need not become a crisis in my faith.

1.         Stand. “Stand still, and see the salvation of the Lord…” (II Chronicles 20:17)
2.         Stand Nearby. “The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart.” (Psalm 34:18)
3.         Obey. “Doing the will of God from the heart…” (Ephesians 6:6b)

What do you see from this passage? Do you think John’s faith was misplaced? Leave a comment below about how you deal with personal crises. How do you “keep the faith” when the world around you is crumbling? I’d love to hear from you!

By the way, if this post would be a blessing to someone you know, please pass it along. God is glorified when we share what He has done in our lives with others!

*Loosely based on a devotion found in The Beloved Disciple by Beth Moore

In the fullness of time, God!...

The promises of Scripture that most encourage and inspire me are those relating to the birth of the promised Messiah!  What an honor to be thought of by a holy God, and to be cared for so deeply that He would see my need, and meet it in His own only Son. He planned for centuries the exact course history, His-story, would have to take in order for all the conditions to be perfect at the arrival of the Messiah.  He orchestrated the rise and fall of world empires. He ordained the spread of a single language throughout the known world. He founded a dynasty and promised its forbears that someday their Son would sit on the throne of eternity! 

Why did an Almighty God take such pains?  Why did He plan such exacting and irrefutable details?  Because I needed a Savior. He saw my need and wrote the prescription, multiple millenia before my mother felt the first flutter-kicks in her womb. God be praised!  Christmas is truly the story of His gift!

Galatians 4:4 says, "In the fullness of time, God sent forth His son..." So many hundreds of prophecies were fulfilled to bring forth that exact baby, from those exact parents, into that precise historical era, with those precise world conditions. And all so that you and I could enjoy a personal relationship with the "Counsellor, the Mighty God, the Prince of Peace!"  Without Christ, truly, what could we possibly find to celebrate at CHRISTmas?!

Merry Christmas! May you have courage to keep Christ the focal point of His celebration this season!