An Unusual Meeting

Me and two Muslim men sitting in our living room, talking about various passages from the Gospel of John. But these are no ordinary Muslims, they believe in the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus. They don't flinch when we read statements like, "I am the bread of life," or the even more scandalous, "I have power to lay down my life, and to take it up again!"

On the other hand, they are not Christians by any conventional definition of the term. They have not been baptized, they do not belong to any church, and their families are entirely Muslim. I had met them separately, but it has been a pleasure to see a genuine friendship form between them. At first they were each suspicious of course, knowing that most Muslims frowned upon things like reading the Bible, much less praying in the name of Jesus, or accepting the Bible as the uncorrupted word of God. I was nervous when I introduced them to each other, but I felt strongly that it had to happen because it is not right to be alone.

This fellowship is in its very beginning and could easily end. But what are God's plans?

It just kind of happened, so there is certainly a sense of lightness and playfulness in the whole situation.