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!! Part 1 – when Baptism party present.
That night I retired to my bedroom planning to read and meditate.
I took the Bible with me and settled among the soft white pillows of my bed.
Once again I leafed through its pages and read another puzzling passage:
But Israel, following the Law of righteousness, failed to reach the goal of righteousness.
Romans 9:31
Ah, I thought.
Just as the Quran said; the Jews had missed the mark.
The writer of these passages might have been a Muslim, I thought, for he continued to speak of the people of Israel as not knowing God's righteousness.
For the secret is very near you, in your own heart, in your own mouth. . . .
If you openly admit by your own mouth that Jesus Christ is the Lord, and if you believe in your own heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.
Romans 10:8-9
I put the book down again, shaking my head.
This directly contradicted the Quran.
Muslims knew the prophet Jesus was human, that he did not die on the cross but was whisked up to heaven by God and a look-alike put on the cross instead.
Now sojourning in a lesser heaven, this Jesus will someday return to earth to reign for forty years, marry, have children, and then die.
In fact, I heard that there is a special grave plot kept vacant for the man's remains in Medina, the city where Muhammad is also buried.
At the Resurrection Day, Jesus will rise and stand with other men to be judged before God Almighty.
But this Bible said Christ was raised from the dead.
It was either blasphemy or. . . .
My mind whirled.
I knew that whoever called upon the name of Allah would be saved.
But to believe that Jesus Christ is Allah?
Even Muhammad, the final and greatest of the messengers of God, the Seal of the Prophets, was only a mortal.
I lay back on my bed, my hand over my eyes.
If the Bible and Quran represent the same God, why is there so much confusion and contradiction?
How could it be the same God if the God of the Quran is one of vengeance and punishment and the God of the Christian Bible is one of mercy and forgiveness?
I don't know when I fell asleep.
Normally I never dream, but this night I did.
The dream was so lifelike, the events in it so real, that I found it difficult the next morning to believe they were only fantasy.
Here is what I saw.
I found myself having supper with a man I knew to be Jesus.
He had come to visit me in my home and stayed for two days.
He sat across the table from me and in peace and joy we ate dinner together.
Suddenly, the dream changed.
Now I was on a mountaintop with another man.
He was clothed in a robe and shod with sandals.
How was it that I mysteriously knew his name, too?
John the Baptist.
What a strange name.
I found myself telling this John the Baptist about my recent visit with Jesus.
"The Lord came and was my guest for two days," I said.
"But now He is gone.
Where is He?
I must find Him!
Perhaps you, John the Baptist, will lead me to Him?"
That was the dream.
When I woke up I was loudly calling the name, "John the Baptist!
John the Baptist!" Nurjan and Raisham rushed into my room.
They seemed embarrassed at my shouting and began fussily to prepare my toilette.
I tried to tell them about my dream as they worked.
"Oh, how nice," giggled Nur-jan as she presented my tray of perfumes.
"Yes, it was a blessed dream," murmured Raisham as she brushed my hair.
I was surprised that as a Christian, Raisham wouldn't be more excited.
I started to ask her about John the Baptist but checked myself; after all, Raisham was just a simple village woman.
But who was this John the Baptist?
I had not come across the name in what I had read so far in the Bible.
For the next three days I continued reading both the Bible and the Quran side by side, turning from one to the other.
I found myself picking up the Quran out of a sense of duty, and then eagerly turning to the Christian book, dipping into it here and there to look into this confusing new world I had discovered.
Each time I opened the Bible a sense of guilt filled me.
Perhaps this stemmed from my strict upbringing.
Even after I had become a young woman, Father would have to approve any book I read.
Once my brother and I smuggled a book into our room.
Even though it was completely innocent, we were quite frightened, reading it.
Now as I opened the Bible, I found myself reacting in the same manner.
One story riveted my attention.
It told of the Jewish leaders bringing a woman caught in adultery to the prophet Jesus.
I shivered, knowing what fate lay in store for this woman.
The moral codes of the ancient East were not very different from ours in Pakistan.
The men of the community are bound by tradition to punish the adulterous woman.
As I read of the woman in the Bible standing before her accusers, I knew that her own brothers, uncles and cousins stood in the forefront, ready to stone her.
Then the Prophet said: Let him who is without sin cast the first stone (John 8:7).
I reeled as in my mind's eye I watched the men slink away.
Instead of supervising her lawful death, Jesus had forced her accusers to recognize their own guilt.
The book fell into my lap as I lay there deep in thought.
There was something so logical, so right about this prophet's challenge.
The man spoke truth.
!! Then three days later I had a second strange dream:
I was in the bedchamber when a maid announced that a perfume salesman was waiting to see me.
I arose from my divan elated, for at this time there was a shortage of imported perfumes in Pakistan.
I greatly feared running low on my favorite luxury.
And so in my dream I happily asked my maid to show the perfume salesman in.
He was dressed in the manner of perfume salesmen in my mother's day when these merchants traveled from house to house selling their wares.
He wore a black frock coat and carried his stock in a valise.
Opening the valise, he took out a golden jar.
Removing the cap, he handed it to me.
As I looked at it, I caught my breath; the perfume glimmered like liquid crystal.
I was about to touch my finger to it when he held up his hand.
"No," he said.
Taking the golden jar he walked over and placed it on my bedside table.
"This will spread throughout the world," he said.
As I awakened in the morning, the dream was still vivid in my mind.
The sun was streaming through the window, and I could still smell that beautiful perfume; its delightful fragrance filled the room.
I raised up and looked at my bedside table, half expecting to see the golden jar there.
*Instead, where the jar had been, now rested the Bible!*
A tingle passed through me.
I sat on the edge of the bed pondering my two dreams.
What did they mean?
Where I had not dreamed in years, now I had two vivid dreams in a row.
Were they related to each other?
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