I'll tell you what I'm thankful for. I'm thankful for the fact that God was longsuffering with me, not willing that I should perish. See, for 10 years of my life I was Muslim. Me, someone raised in a Christian household with a God fearing, church going, bible reading, prayer warrior of a woman for a mother, I was Muslim. Me, an ordained elder, a man who preaches and teaches the Word of God faithfully, the man who speaks to you through these posts, I was Muslim. And I was on my way to hell, to an eternal separation from God. But my God loved me so much that, while I was yet a sinner, He sent His only begotten Son to the cross so that when I believed in Him I would not perish but have everlasting life. Me, a man who worshipped another God, a man who was not worthy or deserving of anything other than the wrath of God was blessed with His grace. Me, o wretched man that I was, today I know I'm saved. I know I'm going to heaven. Today, as I write this, I know that my God loves me. I know this because His word tells me so but also I know it experientially. I know it because He's demonstrated it towards me His. Its something I've seen, something I feel, something that at times is so unexplainable but yet so understandable. Today I sit in my cell in a prison where, unless God intervenes on my behalf, I will one day pass away. And even with this knowledge firmly embedded in my brain I sit in my cell thankful, thankful that when I do pass away I will not do so in my sin. I will do so as a Christian, a disciple of my Lord and Savior, a joint heir with Christ. Me, a man who once prayed to an idol, is a man who will be granted entrance into the Kingdom of Heaven. This is what I'm thankful for today.
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