A new man in Christ

As Oscar* was wheeled into his hospital room, his mind was reeling with the events of the past few months and hours. First, his wife (after a near-death experience on an airplane) had utterly rejected the family faith — Islam — for Christianity.

Second, she had stayed faithful to this new “religion” even under verbal abuse and accusations from him.

Third, he had been sick and gotten better (just today) without the aid of this new God of hers. But the minute he spoke the words, “See what I have done without your God’s help,” he had been instantly paralyzed.

What did it all mean? Did this God have more power than Allah? It could not be possible.

Oscar had many moments to himself where he sat and pondered these things. His wife, Jen*, had told him about Isa — Jesus — and how he was the Son of God. He came to earth to redeem mankind and save him from his sin.

She begged him to repent and turn to Jesus.

He told her she was crazy and ripped up her Bible.

As Oscar lay in his hospital bed several nights later, he felt like he was dying. He began to ask forgiveness from everyone he could think of for all of the things he had done. He was about to ask Allah for forgiveness when the room with filled with light and he saw Isa standing in the room with a sword. Jesus told him two times to repent and believe in him, and Oscar refused. The third time, Oscar repented and believed. Isa told him to stand up and walk.

Instantly, the paralysis left Oscar and he was able to walk down the hall. The nurse on duty thought he was a ghost and fainted, but the next morning Oscar was reunited with his wife — now both believers in Christ.

*Not their real names

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