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The Radical Muslim

I want to share with you something which is controversial. I am not here to make friends for the sake of making friends. My blog is about “worldviews” and I respect others and now is the time for me to share mine.

I would have liked to share this from my home where I have access to my “tools” of thought. But I find myself in Hobart, Tasmania, Australia right now - in a hotel room with only a Gideon’s bible as my reference! Thank God for the Gideons!

The radical Muslim - are they God’s tool to bring the end times to earth? If you were honest with yourself, you would come to the conclusion that most of the world’s current “hotspots” will include the Muslim.

For the record.

Do I hate the Muslim? - No.

Are the Muslim’s enemies completely blame free? - No.

Are they a cursed people? - YES.

By now you would know that I am not into political or religious correctness. I strive to have my worldview shaped by the word of God. And this is a huge challenge when it comes to correcting my right and wrongs. But when it comes to those who hate Israel, the following scripture should be used as a litmus test…

The LORD had said to Abram, “Leave your country, your people and your father’s household and go to the land I will show you.

“I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you; will make your name great, and you will be a blessing.

I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse; and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you.”

Genesis 12:1-3

It is well known that the “average” Muslim hates Israel. As I caught a taxi to the airport today, I endured the ramblings of a Lebanese taxi driver telling me of all the evils Israel has committed in the land. Had he not picked me up and knew where I lived, I would have let him have it in terms of silencing him with the facts of the land of Israel. That is, that Israel is prophecy alive in our day. Selah!

But being away from my wife and kids, I didn’t want to give this guy any reason for anger towards me so I kept silent - despite his ignorance to the plans of our Lord. The fact is, most Muslim’s are ignorant to the prophecy about Israel being restored. It also disturbs me how many Christians are naive about this concept also. I heard a message the other day where 50% of Christians believe in “replacement” theology - that is the promises given to Israel now apply to the church. To these people I advise, it was my sin and your sin which nailed Jesus to the cross - and so I and you are to blame for the death of Christ as much as the Jew in His time.

But the Muslim, he drips contempt to the existence of Israel. And the Word of God, not me, says that he is cursed. The Jew was created to teach the rest of us the concept of sin and the need to cover sin - through the shedding of innocent blood. A totally weird concept. Can you imagine Jesus appearing in the world with no Jewish thought and stating “through the shedding of innocent blood, you are forgiven!”

The world would laugh. But because of the Jew, we understand this message. No wonder God calls them “peculiar.” God Himself established this people - for our benefit. And He called them precious. And He says that whoever curses them will be cursed.

And today, we have the Muslim world totally opposed to them. I have a lot of Muslim friends. And not one of them calls the Jew his friend. Ishmael is the father of the Arab. They too have their roots in Abraham. Thing is, when man takes things into his own hands, we end up with Ishmael. When we trust in God, we end up with Isaac. Read the story before you have a go at me.

Ishmael was the father of the Arab. The Arab is where Islam was born. But God said of Ishmael..

“He will be a wild donkey of a man; his hand will be against everyone and everyone’s hand against him, and he will live in hostility toward all his brothers.” Genesis 16:12

Many of you would know this scripture already. But to prove to you that I am not racist against the Arab, there was a special blessing given to Ishmael. He was to become a “great nation,” Gen 21:13 This was a miracle of God as Ishmael was lying in death. In another passage, Ishmael is promised 12 princes.

My point is, there is a purpose for the Arab. Arabs became Muslim. So there is a point for the Muslim. Just as the Babylonians and King Nebuchadnezzar were used by God to judge Israel in the past, will God use the descendants of Ishmael, that is the Muslim and the fanatic version of them, to judge Israel in our day?

Before you dismiss me, remember this fact. When King “Nebo” from Babylon was used by God to judge Israel, this is what he did…he plucked the eyes out of the Jewish King and dragged him to Babylon - and all this to fulfill prophecy. Politacally and religously incorrect? You bet! But historiacal fact? Yes.

Time will tell.

You may agree or disagree. I welcome your thoughts.

Islam, Arabs, Israel, Bible, Curse

Assaulted - Update

I want to update you all as to an appointment with a specialist today regarding my medical condition. I found out today that one of my doctors has concluded that I was raped on that night eleven years ago. In his letter to yet another specialist investigating my condition, he concludes that I was sexually assaulted.

My heart is racing ahead right now. My eyes are welling a little here. I have spoken a number of times with my wife and friends and my doctors that I don’t care if I was raped but I have second thoughts here right now.

I am angry if this is the case. My life sucks on a medical level. All because some idiots couldn’t get their rocks off in the “normal” way. And because of this, my life hurts in so many ways.

I am crying right now because I reflect on how this impacts on the most important areas in my life - my God, my wife, my children.

My God - because I question.

My wife - because I neglect.

My children - because I cant be the dad I so want to be.

However…

I will rise up - in the Name of Jesus. To Jesus, nothing is impossible. He suffered so much more than I could ever imagine. He knows, without a shadow of doubt, what I am going through. His Word is sitting here next to me.

My Lord, help me to give myself to you…completely. You are the Master Physician. You knit me to be the person I am. The enemy has tried to kill me, to steal me and utterly destroy me. He has done a good job but to You I look for healing. The power manifested in you to raise You from the dead is the power available to me right now. Oh Lord, help me to understand this in my life. Show to me that this is real. More real than anything else in my life. Not theory. Not religion. But REAL! As real as the screen as I look into right now.

Lord you promise an abundant life! An eternal life here on earth. I don’t need to wait for the next age. Your eternal life is here and now - eternity intruding into now. As You did to Elisha, help me to see this now my Lord. Destroy in me which blocks me to see this.

I know this was prayed in the Name of Jesus because it is prayed in the Name of what he stood for. To set the captives free. And I know that I and many of you reading this are in the same boat. So let us chose the Name of Jesus - to set the captives free.

Assaulted, Rape, Medical, Prayer

Assaulted

I chose the above picture deliberately as eleven years ago I experienced an event which has scarred me since. This was a long time ago in my mind. Before I knew Jesus, before I knew my wife, before I knew what my children would look like.

In 1995, I went clubbing with a group of 6 friends. We weren’t trouble makers. We just went for a good time. On this particular night, there were a lot of guys at the club - not many girls at all. Because my friends and I weren’t the sleazy type, we had a group of girls with us on the dance floor and we were just having a good time.

I was drinking on the night - as I did quite often back then. But I wasn’t a trouble maker and neither were my friends. At the end of one song, I went to the bar as I was thirsty from all the dancing. I asked for some water only - I had enough to drink already.I was given a glass of water and I remember leaning on the bar looking onto the dance floor and having a laugh as I watched my friends on the dance floor. Little was I to know that that was going to be a defining moment in my life.

The next thing I experience is screaming. Yelling. Bright lights. Pain. Confusion. In what seemed like a split second since I was at the bar laughing at my friends, I open my eyes and see a bouncer yelling at me in a toilet cubicle. The anger on his face is burnt into my memory. One second I am laughing at my friends, the next I see this stranger swearing at me.

I feel pain on my left eye and lift my hand to touch it. It was warm and moist and as I lowered my hand I see blood on my fingers. My eyes then dart to my torso and I find that my shirt is covered in blood. My jeans are the same. I start freaking out as I register what is going on.

The bouncer is still screaming at me and telling me to get up and get out. “What’s happened to me?” I ask. “Just get out of here!” he yells. I realise that I am soaking wet. Has someone urinated on me? I smell my clothes and am relieved to register no urine smell. But I did notice I had large pieces of mud on me. Strange, I thought, to get this in a night club.

After refusing my pleading to at least wash all the blood off my face and hands before I leave the toilets, the bouncer kicked me out of the night club. The stares I got from the crowds as I was escorted from the toilets to the entrance of the club was sickening. My head was spinning, my mind was freaked out, my body was weak from the loss of blood, and everyone got to witness this.

As I was thrown out the front door, I heard my name called out. I turned to see my friends walking up the street. When they saw my face, they freaked! “What just happened?” I asked. “Where were you?” they responded. They then informed me as to what had happened in the last few hours.

Yes, I did say hours.

They had realised after a while that I had been missing. They searched the club we were in. They searched the toilets on three seperate occasions. I wasn’t there. They concluded that I must have hooked up with someone else and moved on to another night club. So they went to look for me. They had searched the clubs in the area and were walking back when they saw me being booted out. This happened 3 hours later.

Anyway, they drove me home and then I made my next discovery. My underwear was blood soaked. I had a shower, and went to bed. The next day I went to my doctor for a check up. I had X-Rays for a fractured skull. But all was clear. My mum saw me a week later and fainted when she saw what I still looked like. It took me 9 months to get the courage to get an AIDS and Hep test. Thank God, I was clear.

This was my assault twelve years ago. To this day, I have no idea what happened during the three hours I was missing. All I have is years of side effects. These have worsened to the point where now my doctors are saying that I may have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Depression and/or Anxiety Disorder.

That night left me with missing time, an assault, wet clothes, mud stains, bloodied underwear and I don’t know what happened at all. Some of my doctors say that I respond physiologically as one who has been raped. Others have tested to see if I am delusional. Some have scratched their heads in confusion while others have medicated the daylights out of me. But confusion reigns.

There is an urban myth I think about sometimes. It goes like this. People are drugged in night clubs. They are targeted for body parts. Cocaine or heroin is put up their backsides. This is to numb the muscles so extraction of body parts can take place. They are taken off site, placed into a bath tub full of ice. This is to prevent shock to the body. Small incisions are made for the extraction of kidneys, other body parts are extracted through the anus - which has been numbed by drugs. Problem is that the drugs burst the capillaries - causing excessive bleeding.

The person is then left in the bathtub with a phone placed next to them when they come to to be able to call for help. Trouble is, that with excessive blood loss and missing body parts, once extracted from the bath tub, the person soon dies.This is a horrific story and doesn’t make sense on a number of medical fronts. But it is one which offers an explanation to what happened to me that night eleven years ago…..

• My drink may have been spiked at the bar - I remember drinking from a glass - not a bottle.

• I was missing for three hours - my friends checked the toilets on three occasions the and I wasn’t there.

• The mud would be explained by the fact I was taken off site.

• The wet clothes would be explained by the bath tub.

• The blood soaked underwear was caused by the drugs - this was confirmed later by a doctor saying that I had a lot of scar tissue.

As far as I know, I have all my body parts. If this urban myth is what happened to me, and I do say if, then something happened to prevent these people from carrying out what they had intended to do. Maybe they were stopped by an angel. Maybe they were just confused. Maybe, being over six feet tall, I just didn’t fit into the bath tub :), whatever it was, I am still here to tell of the story and I praise my God because it was soon after this event that I became a Christian.

But like King David, I live to experience the consequences of my sin. I have an assaulted mind. Hence the picture. It is an on going experience for me. My wife supports me greatly as we come to understand what happened so long ago. A psychologist confirmed with me that she has heard this story a number of times before.My request to those who have read this post…if you are a prayer warrior, please pray for my healing. I need it and my family deserves my healing.

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