I have a beautiful friend named Rahaf. She has a Masters degree in Engineering and is working towards her PhD. She adores sports and her favorite team is Real Madrid. And on November 1, 2016 she became part of the family of God entirely through an online conversation.
This is her description of the early morning hours in which she knelt down and placed her faith in Jesus Christ: "I prayed… I was unstable for a while… I'm still unstable, but not in a bad way. It is like the last hour before sunrise. After you send the prayer I kneeled and I start saying the words. I felt so secure while I was praying. I kept repeating the words and I sit still for a while. Then I thought I want this in my life. I may don't deserve it yet but will work until I'm inside his mercy. I got up and I felt that I don't want to do anything. I want to get back. So I kneeled again and stayed still for sometime, I don't know how long. I felt peace and I wanted to hold that feeling as much as I can."
Rahaf had worked to enter Christ's rest, where by definition the work is done (Hebrews 4:10-11).
When I scroll back through this conversation, it feels so fast.
I had asked if she would be willing to read some Bible passages, and she was. I shared some passages that highlight Jesus's deity. From the Gospel of John, "In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God" and verse 14 "And the Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us."
I also shared the passage from Exodus when God tells Moses to tell the people that "I Am" sent him. Then I shared the conversation that Jesus had with the religious leaders where they wanted to stone and kill him because he said to them, "I tell you the truth before Abraham was born, I am!"
I explained to Rahaf that the religious leaders knew the ancient Scriptures and they knew exactly what Jesus was claiming when he said what he did. I shared a few more verses with her in English and Arabic off a website — just a simple copy and paste.
I watched as Rahaf paid attention to the Word of God "as to a light shining in a dark place" until the day dawned and the morning star rose in her heart (2 Peter 1:19).
As I shared the Word of God, I also asked her if it would be okay if I shared my story with her. She was eager to hear it. I was pretty transparent in sharing not only the pain but a lot of the ugliness of my sinful past, and Christ's work of restoration in my life.
Rahaf often calls me "sweet sister" now and loves the fact that we are sisters in Christ. She has had two powerful dreams that she has shared with me and it is obvious that God is pursuing this young woman. I believe He has great plans for her life.
I'm so thankful for the ministry of Embassy. What a humbling joy that the Holy Spirit uses us in a myriad of venues, and he is not confined by time, space, language or distance. He is the God of the nations, and he knows each one by name.
I'm thankful he allowed my life to intersect with the beautiful Rahaf and share with her the most lovely name above every other, the name of Jesus.