This is an account of ***** who gave this testimony to us last night. He only asked that I not use his name, as it is still dangerous because of Al Qaeda. The entire account is true.
I live in Tunisia, an arab country that is mostly Muslim in number. I pastor a church and work with youth, and I also teach english at the American school. Our church planned a day trip outing for the youths, and I announced it around among the kids. It was a trip to the city with lunch and recreation, and it cost ten dinars apiece. The bus was nearly full when a neighborhood kid came up to me and said that he wanted to go. I knew the kid, I am from the neighborhood and we all know about each other. I knew that this kid had gone to Algeria and trained with Al Qaeda recently, we all knew it, so I raised the price to try to discourage him. He said he had heard much about our church, and that I was learned in the word, and that he wanted to sit next to me on the trip so that he could question me further on Jesus, I was in fear. I finally told him the price was fifty dinars to go, and he said fine, and told me he was in. He came back with the fifty dinars as promised.
The night before, he called me no less than ten times to make sure that I knew he was coming, and that I would not leave without him. I thought about making out my last will and testament before we would leave, certain we would be bombed on the trip. The morning arrived, he called again to make sure I wouldn’t leave without him, and I assured him I would not. He arrived early, and he was wearing a jacket, It is not cold I thought, and I noticed he had a bulge in the tummy section, so I made him open it and show me, and then I patted him down. The bulge was a newspaper, he was clean. The trip went well, I was not blown up in my bus, and he asked me all about Jesus, to which I answered everything. He was pleasant and excited as I told him what I knew. As we returned to the church in the bus, I began to suspect that he might be sincere, so why had he received terrorist training?
He began to call me and invite me to dinner at his home then, and I again hesitated and postponed several times before finally accepting about a month later. I did not bring my associates from church as I didn’t want to expose any of them to danger. If I got blown up, it would just be me and the work would go on, and I would be with Jesus. They live in one of the worst slums in my city, but as I pulled up before their home, I noticed the parking area in front of the home had just been washed with water. The wall in front of their home had just been painted, hours before, and it had been done for me. I walked into the home, and his mother had prepared a large meal for us, and had set it up as nice as she could. They had no table, but a piece of plywood on a few stacked blocks, they had one chair, and it was reserved for me. They did not eat until I had finished, and then they ate a little. They had done everything they could to serve me, and they treated me like royalty. I asked to go to the toilet, and they looked embarrassed and took me to their outdoor latrine, they had no toilet. I fell in love with this family, and then understood why a young boy could be lured by Al Qaeda and the promise of money for his family.
I meet daily with my friends at the coffee shop, and they are all still muslim. I told them the sad story of how poor this family was, and their hearts were softened too. They all gave money toward the family and we raised about the equivalent of one hundred fifty Euros (200 US). The first thing I got for them was a toilet, but with the other money, we were able to help them out a lot. They were so grateful and kind, and kept thanking me over and over, and I told them it was God.
That was three weeks ago, and I have now been here for over two weeks. My young friend got a Facebook account so that he can keep in touch with me. He told me that his mother dreamed of Jesus last week, and They both have obeyed the Gospel now and taken up the cross. I reached down and opened my pocket and I still have the fifty dinars he gave me for the trip, I will be returning it when I get back.
As if that wasn’t enough wonderful news, one of my dear friends from the coffee shop wrote me since I have been here. After he helped the family he had been touched, and had been thinking, as have some of my other Muslim friends. He informed me he had just purchased a piece of land while I am here in Austria continuing my Bible education. He is going to plant a crop on the land, but before he does, he wants me to come over. He wants me to come over, and bring the biggest cross I can find, and pray over his land for a blessing from God. I am speechless as I receive this news. He then says that he is waiting for me to return, because there is something he wants to tell me, and there is something we must do together on my return, but that it is a surprise.
I am excited about my return, God is really working in Tunisia, my home.
God Bless
JFT
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