When I asked Muslims about this verse, they dismissed it as typical Christian talk. They warned me: “Christians are bad people. If you listen to them, you will be like them.” They told me to challenge Christians about their belief in Jesus and the Trinity, but that did not help me find the answers I was looking for. They even tried to prove from the Bible that Christianity was false.
When I went to Christians about my confusion, they could not answer me either. One pastor offended me greatly when he claimed things about Islam and the Prophet Mohammed. This caused even more questions, which mosque leaders were unable to answer.
There was one thing I noticed in my back-and-forth thinking, though: Whenever Christians prayed for me, I experienced peace. From childhood, I had been tormented by recurring nightmares and visions about a terrifying snake. Sometimes I could physically feel its horrible presence with me. When they prayed, the snake was gone, and I had peace. I wanted that peace to last.
That drove me even more to search for answers. I asked a Christian to take me to church, but the moment that church leaders saw I was a devout Muslim, they would be too scared to receive me. We went from church to church, and it was always the same. At one church a pastor nervously asked me, “Do you want to become a Christian?”
I was shocked. “No—God forbid!” I answered. “I just want to be baptized so I can enter the kingdom of God and continue in Islam.” That closed the door immediately.
Finally, I came to a church where people patiently answered my questions. For two months, we debated faith. Eventually they gently told me the truth. “You are looking for the way to salvation in Islam, but it is only found in Christ,” they said.
They started teaching me about the divinity of Christ from John’s Gospel. I still went back and forth between the church and the mosque, confused, and in desperate need of answers. Then, one day, the group of Christians told me that I had a choice to make, and fervently prayed for me.
Afterwards, peace filled my heart. That night I dreamed about the snake again, but this time a light consumed the snake. It died.
Afterwards, even though there were still some things that confused me, I was sure that I had found the right way. I was baptized and stayed inside the church compound for my own safety.
Risking it all for the truth
The pastor gave me a Bible and I attended Bible classes over the next two years. This was a very precious time for me: The snake that tormented me all my life was no longer there. The desire to enter the kingdom of God was fulfilled, and, above all, I could see Islam for what it really was. It was as if it was something hidden in a bottle that had been poured out.