Today we will wrap up the excerpts from the testimony of “Mohammed,” a former Muslim who decided to commit his life to Christ, even if it meant he would face rejection and persecution in his native Iran. The words are his, unless otherwise noted in italics. You may want to read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and Part 5 prior to reading today’s post.
I know those who have worshipped in jail; when they come out they never can repeat that experience. Prayer in jail is different than when you pray outside.
After 21 days they took us to a group jail where everybody is there. They took us to a place where there were 400 detainees. In one room there were 12 murderers. There were 65 gay people that had committed other very serious crimes. One of the people who was arrested with me, one of his relatives was in charge of jail. So they took care of him well during those 21 days. They sent him to a better room where there were fewer people. He met me in the jail yard and he took me to his room and gave me tea. And they told me that your room has changed. He was there earlier so they had assigned him a room. He said be careful because the room they are sending you to they are crazy, full of murderers or drug addicts and I will ask my relative to change your room and bring you in with me.
I said if God is sending me there I don’t want to be here. So I drank the tea and I went to my room. It was 65 people in one room. There were 45 beds and 20 people would sleep on the floor.
Fifteen beds, each three bunks, so there were 45 beds with 20 [sleeping] on the floor. I entered and I saw this scene and I was shaken. My knees were weak and I just knelt down, it was really bad. It was too tight and when I sat down there were two people on both sides of me sitting because there was not enough space. Someone asked me if they had just brought me to jail and I said no, I have been here for 21 days.
This person asked me, “Where were you before? If you were in solitary haven’t you gone crazy for being alone there for 21 days? I was in there for six days and went crazy.”
I said, “I was not alone in my cell, I was with God.” He was shaken. When I said I wasn’t alone I was with God, he was shaken and said I want to talk to you. I knew then I was sent there to give him the message and I said we will talk later.
Another person by my side said, “they arrested me four days ago; I haven’t used drugs for four days and my body is hurting a lot.” I put my hands on him and I prayed. Right there he said, “My pain is gone.” So it was confirmed that God had sent me there for a mission. There were three cameras in that room. I was there eight days. In the eight days I was there in that room 24 people came to Christ. Two of those who came to Christ were on death row. They would never come out. So I said God had sent me.
We would go under the beds; I would witness and pray with people under the bed. Because of the cameras I would take people under there to pray the prayer of salvation there so the cameras could not get us. It was the sweetest time of my life.
After five days there they said I could put up bail and get out. I was postponing paying bail to come outside so I could have more time to witness. I was not worrying about my family because I knew that God was taking care of them. All my life belongs to Jesus. So they said you can go, we told you – you can put up bail and go so why don’t you? They were suspicious why I was here when I could go out. So I postponed it for three days but then...I came out...
I was a very violent person before I came to Christ. It was God’s love that made me like this. In jail when the food came everybody was attacking the food, but I would wait until last and would get the least amount of food. It was because of the other prisoners watching out for me, making sure that I would get food. The guards all heard about Jesus...
The day I was out of jail I continued my ministry. And until my last breath I owe Jesus. Whatever I have done it was the Holy Spirit in me. I know who I was and I was so weak before so all the glory goes to Jesus. I remember the folk story of the donkey who Jesus rode on. The donkey went to his mother and said, “They respected me!” And his mother said, “No it wasn’t you. It was who was sitting on you.”
So I feel the same: I am nothing Jesus is everything. Without Jesus I am the same person I was before.
YOUR TURN: If you've been blessed by Mohammed's testimony of faith and courage, share it with your friends. You may want to share via social media, or print it out to share with your pastor or Sunday School class, or even Muslim friends who might be drawn to Mohammed's story of coming to faith.