It had started innocently enough. Good old tolerant America. Nothing was too evil to be called good. Rather than truth, it was empathy we were taught. Nothing negative was allowed to be spoken. That was the law. No one was to be put down because that was considered hatred. Hatred was so commonplace that the police no longer had to look for it, but even children were taught to tell the authorities any and every malicious word which was spoken. It was my neighbor who caught me. At one time, he was a Christian. The pressure was too great. As he aged, Dan could no longer stand the hardships of being a Christian. Isa allowed hatred toward Christians. After all everything was their fault. Isa considered himself Caesar. Like Caesar, he was tolerant - except of course, for those Christians who taught that Jesus was the only way, the only truth, and the sole way to eternal life.
Christians were known to exclude everyone not of their faith. How intolerant of them! They must be destroyed. Isa came back for vengeance. He is the true prophet of God. Any word which he spoke was "good", and his will must be done. He desired that everyone worship him. His mark was 666.
In he early days I was taught the Quran in school. It was for intellectual purposes only. We were taught to chant "Islam is a peaceful religion. Mohammad is praiseworthy. Isa is his khadim." Just as "Heil Hitler" was yelled in a previous era, now it was Allahu Akbar. The study of Islam started out innocently enough, but some Christians feared the type of "peace" arising from its tenets.
Peace was contingent. It was Do as I say, which was the contingency. As long as we said good things, things were peaceful. My own experience came when my own father finally came to his senses. Dad had bought into the idea that Allah is God, and God is great. Dad was always the first to say Allahu Akbar. Remember this expression well, for someday you must remember it for your very life!
Dad voted socialist. There were many socialist parties for which to vote. They were the American Socialists, the Progressive Party USA, the Democrat Party, and even the Soros Global Party. Sharia Law allowed that any of those could be voted for because they all offered "good". On the other hand, the parties of old barely received any votes because to do so would tag the voter as a subversive. Although the first to eliminate the need for voter identification, it came about that all these Marxist parties required not only voter I.D., but to be registered as "Tolerants".
Sharia Law required a personality test. That test for subversion was accompanied by a polygraph. The local koury, as part of his priestly responsibilities, administered the test. No one who was tagged "intolerant' was allowed to vote. This was to assure that hateful candidates were never elected.
The most important question was right under the voter's name at the end of the test sheet: Do you accept 666 as truthful and the identity of God? The Quran's number was 666. Even to vote, one had to declare Islam as truth. To deny 666 was to deny God because all the words therein were of Allah.
Those who enforced Sharia Law were becoming impatient. Those enforcers were Jihadists because, indeed it was a war on two fronts: (1) Against those who sought to destroy Islam, or (2) those who were having a spiritual war inside. Each person had to have jihad at the spiritual level, and come to believe that Allah is the One True God.
That belief was ultimate hqyq - "truth". Islam had propagated early on that Allah and God are the same. That brought infidels half-way into the light. After that first stage of jihad, the second came easy - there is no God but Allah! la ilaha illa'llah (there is no god but Allah), and Muhammadun rasul Allah (Muhammad is the messenger of God).
Since Allah is "God" in the Arabic, it was easy for Christians to accept that Allah is another name for God. Little did people realize that Allah and Jehovah are entirely different; the god of hate, and the God of love, respectively.
Dad took the Briggs-Hussein personality test but he would not sign. As he was casually about to affix his signature to 666, Dad's long repressed memories of scripture were suddenly revealed. His mind's voice told him that to accept 666 is to deny God, for that was the mark of the beast. Dad must and did reject the Quran, and by doing so rejected Allah.
Dad went peacefully to the reconciliation chambers. There he met Isa face-to-face. Isa explained to him that he was Jesus, and that Jesus by any other name is still Jesus. Isa said to Dad, "I am Jesus. You must believe in me or perish!" He reminded Dad who he was:
I never died on the cross. I ascended to heaven without ever dying. I left Mohammad behind to witness for me. Your Bible speaks of me as well, but Christians are confused about who I Am.
My descent was in the midst of wars fought by al-Mahdi ("the rightly guided one"), known in Islamic eschatology as the redeemer of Islam, against al-Masīh ad-Dajjāl (the Antichrist "false messiah") and his followers. I descended at the point of a white arcade, east of Damascus, dressed in yellow robes—my head anointed. I said a prayer behind al-Mahdi then joined him in his war against the Dajjal. I am considered to be a Muslim, and abide by the Islamic teachings. Eventually, I will slay the Antichrist, and then everyone who is one of the People of the Book (ahl al-kitāb, referring to Jews and Christians) will believe in me. Thus, there will be one community, that of Islam. (From Wikipedia; "Jesus in Islam- Second Coming"; paraphrased).Dad recognized the irony of the Islamic Jesus. Called Isa, in the Christian book of Revelation, Isa is the Anti-Christ, taking the name of Jesus but not his righteousness! Dad told his koury that their book was the book of Satan containing the Law of Sin. For that, Dad wore a stitched insignia on his garment - with one simple word - INTOLERANT. No longer could he buy or sell, or have medical treatment because the global government was the giver of those things. The world-wide caliphate would only provide for its citizens - those who follow Mohammad.
To appear as "good", the Ayatollah would grant a temporary reprieve. Those of the book - Christians and Jews, could still live even though they don't convert, but their taxes would be increased to 50% of their income. That reprieve was grace. Paying taxes to Allah was the ultimate reward to God. The propaganda - dieaya in Arabic was that the reprieve was by Allah's grace. Dad refused to accept the grace of Allah, coming to realize that Allah was not God at all. As Isa spoke to Dad, it came to him that Isa is no Jesus at all - he is the Anti-Jesus.
You see, Islam is the flip-side of Christianity. They seem to be much alike, but their world is a bizarre world. Evil is good and good is evil. Justice is injustice. Hatred is love. War is peace and death for sexual reward is heaven. I suddenly realized that Allah is Lucifer who still claims the royal title. I came to realize that Jesus saves, and Isa destroys! I saw God's light peeking through Islamic lies. Few will ever see that light but I did! Ignorance is bliss, and many will live in a stupor. Jihad is waged by inducement to drugs. Islam knows the west will be defeated by insobriety. Our pleasure is their gain.
Dad ran. They caught up with him in the forests. I was taken to Dad. He took the penalty with his chin held high, and his arms raised in praise. I regret that I have one life to give for my Jesus, he misquoted Nathan Hale on purpose. I was allowed to watch. They did this by strapping me to a tree with my eyelids held open with a special device. I saw, as Dad laid his head on the block of wood, and the knife of Islam - the shamshir, separated flesh from flesh and bones from bones. I recalled this very thing from scripture. I should have thought of it before; back when Islam at least seemed to be a peaceful religion!
Revelation 20:4 And I saw thrones, and they sat upon them, and judgment was given unto them: and I saw the souls of them that were beheaded for the witness of Jesus, and for the word of God, and which had not worshipped the beast, neither his image, neither had received his mark upon their foreheads, or in their hands; and they lived and reigned with Christ a thousand years.
As Dad was baptized in his own blood, I heard him cry out: "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" His head laid there on the ground. Strangely, there was a smile on his lips. Although dead, he was finally truly alive - his new life was beginning to last forever, but he will reign with Christ for one-thousand years. The Ayatollah saw it all on Al Jazeera (the Island) television. Rather than being elated, the Ayatollah was upset. He saw the smile on Dad's face, and was threatened by its peace there. Someday, Dad would face the Ayatollah face-to-face at the mother of all wars, and the Ayatollah seem to know that!
That was to be my own reconciliation. It was expected that my mind would be changed as I looked on the death of my father. Rather than subdue me, my belief strengthened. With my increased faith because prophecy was in the making, I became brave. It wasn't a war between Christians and Islam, but between God and His angels, and rulers and principalities of darkness. I had read the book cover to cover. I learned Satan's tactics. He twists truth so as to deceive even the elect, but I would never again accept deception. Islam had exposed itself for what it is!
Three times my koury asked, Do you love me, Larry? I honestly replied three times" Yes, I do! I had ceased looking at my persecutors with hatred, but lost sinners in need of salvation. I cried right there - not for me, but because they know not what they do! Here are eight-billion people who are going to Hell, and Christians do not have the courage to tell them that! Thinking that I had changed, my koury let me go. I had changed much. The truth had set me free. Only by the blood of Jesus could I ever make it to heaven, and that day, I bought the ticket!
Church had died out over the years. It was just too dogmatic and negative. I had ceased going when it became clear - Islam allowed it for entertainment purposes. We were in no way harmful to them because the tolerance movement had tamed the concept of divine justice. Islam saw no threat to them, and the church cringed at the idea of even suggesting that Islam was anything other than peaceful. Now I knew the truth. Tolerance was deceptive. The deceptive were the most intolerant. Hating Christ and Christians, was as always, acceptable. My own faith grew with the persecution of us Nazarenes (Arabic term for Christians).
I started writing a Christian blog. The readers were my church. They read and I wrote, knowing that we all would pay the penalty. I had been baptized in water after my ritualistic sprinkling. I would some day be baptized in my own blood! I hated the thought of the sting of death, but eternal life was to be my reward. For me, there would never be 72 virgins because where I was going, they all would be my sisters. I imagined the ugliness of those 72 as they were still virgins, there had to be a reason. Even more so, logic tells me that beautiful virgins would not want an old man! I supposed those hijabs are there to cover their ugliness.
I use their language because someday their language will be our language. It is important to understand the real meaning of words. Isa may be Jesus' name, for instance, but Isa is not Jesus's person. He is the opposite! Even Allahu Akbar is deceptive because Allah is not God, and he is certainly not great. Like Lucifer he merely desires that!
My blog was tolerated for several months. After realizing that I had not been converted by threats of death nor taxation, they decided to send me directly to Hell. As an infidel, in their terminology, that was to be my destiny, and in their blindness, they did not realize that their Hell is our Heaven. I should thank them for their ignorance. Islam is the only religion which gains converts as the preacher holds a sword to the throat of the convert! If you are Islamic today, it's likely that an ancestor of yours were converted with that crescent moon at their throat! Ignorance is not caring, or even considering how that religion has grown.
Their plan was to get me to run. They enjoyed the chase, and after all, only the guilty person would flee. Why would an innocent person seek to escape justice? I didn't run out of fear, but to spread the gospel. That is my job assignment, assigned to me by Jehovah. Allah's was to keep me from that.
I ran into the woods, knowing that I would never come out. I died that night, but now write from my room. It's a beautiful mansion, and only truth can be written there because I am in the kingdom of God. They are all virgins there but it's not eros they want, but agape. They desire is to love me as God loves them!
Here is my account of my own death:
Them (at a distance): Allahu Akbar! (They spotted me. I am to be there sacrifice).
Me: Here I am. I offer my life for God who gave His life for me!
Koury 1: We came to set you free - to teach you the truth.
Me: I am free already. The truth has already done that.
Koury 2: We came to teach you new truths.
Me: There are no new truths. Truth has always been.
Koury 1: Then you came to die!
Me: That I have but in death I shall live.
Koury 2: You will die forever, and as your skin burns away, you will grow new skin so as to furnish the flames of Hell.
Me: My flesh will be indestructible. It will be like Jesus's.
Koury 3 pipes in: Jesus never died. He still lives in our Mosque.
Me: He lives within my heart.
Koury 1: Then we shall circumcise your heart. It's the reason in you head, so your head must go!
With a smile, I thought of death. Just as the pain of childbirth is of short duration before life is given, I will bear my own rebirth with joy. I look forward to my new creature being even more like Jesus.
I laid may head on the block to prepare that I be circumcised. I would never dishonor God by asking for crucifixion. Beheading was good enough for a servant.
Me: As I laid there prepared for death, I screamed out, "My God, my God. Why has thou forsaken me?" Then I recalled the rest of Psalm 22.
20 Deliver my soul from the sword; my darling from the power of the dog. 22 Save me from the lion's mouth: for thou hast heard me from the horns of the unicorns. 23 I will declare thy name unto my brethren: in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.God never forsook Jesus! He will never forsake me!
I closed my eyes. I said to myself, "Jesus is Great!" They spat upon me but I was honored. They all cried out Allahu Akbar, as my head rolled off the block. I was baptized as I became soaked in my own life blood. As my mind lived a short time, I saw my own death. I wasn't even anxious because in a moment I would be delivered safe and sound from the evil one, not to be bothered by him ever again!
I should have combed my hair as I noticed it's disarray, now rolling down the hill with speed. My worst hair day will go down in the Book of Life, as the best day ever. Suddenly, all was well. My body went to the grave for a short time, my head went on rolling, but my soul was gently swept up to Heaven. It is from there that I write of "The Worst of the Bad Hair Days" ever. Now all is good, and what started out as a bad day has turned into eternal life!
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