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Hijab Wearing Lady Hears About Grace of God

About a year ago I started blogging. I wrote mostly about things pertinent to my Christian walk. Things like disregard for sound Biblical doctrine, fads and gimmicks being used in church today. My discontentment stemmed from the fact that I seemed to be the biggest hypocrite. I had lived over 15 years of my Christian life  with little regard for doctrine. Or atleast cared less. Every Sunday I went back to church and we seemed to go through the same routine. This last one year has been an intensive boot camp journey that has seen me make new friends and change churches and discover not only the doctrines of grace but also become enthusiastic about sound biblical doctrine in my pursuit to know God more. But who can comprehend the mind of God?

Which brings me to my point today -God. Remember Saul setting out to look for his father’s lost donkeys one morning (1 Samuel 9)? He didn’t have the least inkling who he was going to meet that day. Neither did he know that a prophet was going to cross his path and tell him that he was the one God was going to anoint to be the first king of Israel. The Bible clearly tells us that this unfathomable God  is involved in the very  events around the mortal beings he created and He is knowable. God draws people to Himself through several mundane events. So we see He drew Saul to the right place and at the right time he met Samuel the prophet. Now, with this concept in mind that God is alive and He is involved in even the minutest of events around us, meet a good friend of mine called Kathy, a hijab wearing American (not any more though). This is her extra ordinary testimony. A gracious journey to repentance and faith in Christ:

I have long wrestled with the idea of writing my testimony, because I really don’t know what to say. Though from the outside it may appear to others that my life has been an interesting one, it has, in fact, been only a series of really bad choices to bring me to the point where I am now. It is none of my own doing that brought me to the peace I finally find myself in, but rather it is entirely of God. And for that I am eternally thankful.

There is nothing terribly unusual about my childhood. Like many kids my age, I grew up knowing nothing of the idyllic 50’s sitcom families like Leave it to Beaver, Father Knows Best and so on. In fact, by the time I was born it was the 60’s, an era of change. My early childhood was lived, like many kids in the early 70’s marked by divorce, split and blended families, latch-keys and uncertainty. My parents divorced when I was seven years old. My brother and I chose to live in different places, and I went with our mother, while he stayed with our father. My father remarried, and within a couple years, I too was living with him, because my mother’s health prevented my staying with her. She’d had a stroke which left her paralyzed and unable to take care of herself, let alone a child.

Kathy’s testimony spirals through her childhood- a happy one at that. Attending church as a social family event. She adds:

I always knew faith was important, though. What I didn’t know was that I was actually just as lost as those who were guilty of serious social sins. It’s not our works that save us, nor our ability to conform socially with the laws and mores of the place we live that make us “good enough” to get into heaven. It never dawned on me that I was lost.

The trappings and apparent freedom of high school were filled with anticipation and excitement as she slipped further and further away from home. Punctuated with her mother’s death and the whirlpool of uncertainity as the last few straws of moral bearings slipped from under her feet.

I began to live a very reckless lifestyle shortly thereafter, drinking, smoking marijuana, and being sexually promiscuous. I turned into someone that none of my former friends or classmates could have recognized. I don’t know, really, how I ended up there, except that I didn’t really have any reason *not* to engage in that lifestyle. Sure I knew it was something my parents would disapprove of, and I knew it would be a disappointment to some of the people who knew me, but I was “just having fun.” I remember one night, when I was out with a guy who was just a casual sex partner, honestly, telling him, as we smoked pot, “There may be no tomorrow. Who cares about it? It’s all about right now and having fun.” And I meant it. My own mother had not lived to see her 42nd birthday, after all, and who knew when my own end would come. I was determined to have as much “fun” as I could in the time that I had. It never crossed my mind that I might have to answer for my actions, unless, of course, I thought about having to face my father in his disappointment.

The lifestyle began to wear old, over time. By the end of the first year of college, I had fallen about as far from any moral standard as I could go. Thank God I had made a conscious decision never to experiment with harder drugs than pot, however. I was too afraid of becoming addicted, so even when cocaine was being used at parties near me, I would never touch it. The sexual experimentation, however, was my downfall. I began to feel cheap and taudry – and I was. At the end of the year, I decided something had to change.

But little did she know she was about to meet a man of middle eastern origin. This man would turn her world up side down and be one of her first surreal encounters with a religion she had always fantasized about -Islam. And she would become a poster girl too for her new found faith!

Continue to  Part 2.

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