20 minutes later, I got a call...from Feroza! And this is what she told me: "Daniel, I have 2 daughters (~ages 23 and 22) but 10 years ago I also had a son. In 1999, my son died, but when I met you today, I felt like Allah had given me back the son that died. You are like my son now." She was overjoyed that we had met each other...and I couldn't believe it.
After only 30 minutes, this woman had accepted me as a son (I hope you can grasp how really wild that is...). And the more I think about it - the more I like that idea. Because it would be pretty culturally infeasible/inappropriate for me to have much of a relationship with Feroza under any other circumstances than if I was a part of her family. But as her son, I'm freed up to love her as though she was my own mother.
Wednesday morning, I looked for some Bengali Bibles online, and hopefully they'll be coming very soon. May this be the start of a whole movement of Bengalis being invited into the kingdom. Because I believe that Feloza is a woman of peace, and I believe that she's going to be a person that impacts the lives of other Bengalis all around the Buford Highway area.
When I got home Monday night, I just felt so humbled that I had gotten to be a part of the Kingdom of God like that. It wasn't hard, really - just taking a few talking points from a couple of Carl's CDs and praying that I would meet some Muslims and get to do likewise.
Humbled that I'm even getting invited to this Jesus party, and thanks for letting me share....
Daniel
"May I boast only in the cross of Christ"
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