“Will you go with me to a Good Friday party?” 

There was only one answer that I could give and it was, “Yes!” When my Muslim friend asked me to go with her. There was no way I was going to deny this opportunity. We had been friends for almost a year and spent many afternoons chatting and drinking copious amounts of tea and coffee. She knew I was Christian and figured I would enjoy the event, but she was curious to go too. The event in itself was not what she expected. She thought it was going to be more party- like, but it turned out to be a little passion play about the Easter story. I explained it more to her on our walk home. She was receptive and had lots of questions. I answered as best as I could. I expressed how Jesus (Isa) came to Earth because He loved her. Next, she asked why I left America. I told her He sent me all the way from America to tell her about Him. She smiled and hugged me at this idea and responded, “I’m very happy about that. You are like my sister.”

One would think that a salvation testimony would follow soon after, but circumstances required us to leave the country and I was never able to pray that prayer with her. We keep in touch from time to time and I still pray for her and her family to one day accept Jesus (Isa) as Lord and Savior. I wish it didn’t take so long. I wish I didn’t have to wait, but at least I can hold onto hope and faith that there will come a day when my friend will accept Isa’s gift. I may not see this glorious day with my own eyes, but I stand on His promise in Hebrews 11:1, “Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” We may not always see the fruit of our efforts, and that is ok. Our role is not to count numbers of fruits. It is to listen and follow where the Lord leads us, turning our ordinary days to extraordinary ones.