Thank God He knows everything as I am trying to "write His answer" but am not sure that I have the gift to do so. Before, God saved me spiritually, He saved me physically. He loves us from our creation. I want to share about His mercy to me before His saving grace in 1980.My adventures with a horse who tried to kill me is my goal, but is it His goal? I want to share it but is it His will? Any thoughts from anyone? The name of the story is "Lightning, the Horse." (Using quotes as the Italics won't work here.) Hope to hear from my friends.

Write His Answer

Thank God He knows everything as I am trying to "write His answer" but am not sure that I have the gift to do so. Before, God saved me spiritually, He saved me physically. He loves us from our creation. I want to share about His mercy to me before His saving grace in 1980. My adventures with a horse who tried to save me is my goal but is it His? I want to share it but is it His will? Any thoughts from anyone? The name of the story is "Lightning, the Horse." (Using quotes as the Italics won't work here.) Hope to hear from my friends.

Jan's version of the Kurdistan story

God Makes Lemonade for a Believer in Kurdistan (as told by a missionary there)
(My version)

By Jan Parys

A twenty-year-old man we’ll call “Aram” lives in a small village in northwestern Iraq. One day he went to visit some friends in a city about forty-five minutes away, and toward the end of the day he began to head home. He had very little money with him, 3,000 Iraqi dinar, less than two-and-a-half dollars. However, it was enough to catch a taxi ride if he could find one heading in his direction. The young man began walking to a taxi area and passed by a haggard beggar woman. Though he felt a tug on his heart, he thought, If I give her even 1,000 dinar, I’ll not have enough money to get home. I’ll be stuck here for the night! So he passed her by.
A few feet farther, the Lord said, “Go back and give her your money.” Since he was a passionate follower of the Lord, with no hesitation he returned to give her the 3,000 dinar. He grinned to himself and wondered, Now what am I going to do?
He started toward home. Almost immediately, a taxi pulled over and the driver asked him, “Do you need a ride?”
Aram politely declined and said, “I have no money at all.”
The driver insisted, “Get in. I am headed in your direction anyway. What is your name?”
In the state of Kurdistan culture when someone asks your name, you
generally tell your family heritage and Aram did. He said, “I am Aram from Kani Cheran, son of Ibrahim ”
The driver was stunned. “Your grandfather was my best friend! I’ve been trying for months to get in touch with him! How is he?”
“Sir, I am so sorry to tell you, he passed away last year.”
The driver, a devout Muslim, was deeply grieved and started crying. When they reached the village, Aram invited the gentleman inside, and he spent the next three hours sharing conversation, food and drinking tea. The Christian shared his journey to faith in Jesus and the Muslim listened attentively. The elderly man heard the saving story of the most glorious news and left with a great deal to think about. Wise beyond his years, Aram through his act of obedience to God brought his message to his grandfather’s old friend.

God Helps Believers in Kurdistan story

A man I work with, a twenty-year old we’ll call Aram, lives in a small village in northwestern Iraq. He is wise beyond his years and a passionate follower of the Lamb. One day he had gone to visit some friends in a city about forty-five minutes away, and toward the end of the day he began to think about making his way home. He had very little money with him, 3,000 Iraqi dinar (less than two-and-a-half dollars), but it was enough to catch a ride in a taxi if he could find one heading already in his direction. He began walking to an area where he could hail a taxi when he suddenly passed by a haggard beggar woman. Though he felt a tug on his heart, he thought, “If I give her even 1,000 dinar, I’ll not have enough money to get home. I’ll be stuck here for the night!” So he passed her by. A few feet farther down the road, the Lord said, “Go back and give her your money.” With no hesitation, he turned back and gave her the 3,000 dinar. He grinned to himself, “Now what am I going to do?”

Almost immediately, a taxi pulled over and the driver asked him if he needed a ride. He politely declined, saying he had no money at all. The driver insisted he get in, saying he was headed in his direction anyway. In this culture, when someone asks your name, you generally don’t just give your name, you say, for example, “I am Jacob, son of Isaac, son of Abraham.” So when the driver asked my friend his name, he said, “I am Aram from _________, son of _______, son of _______.” The driver was stunned. “Your grandfather was my best friend! I’ve been trying for months to get in touch with him! How is he?”

“Sir, I am so sorry to tell you, he passed away last year.” The driver, a devout Muslim, was deeply grieved and started crying. When they reached the village, Aram invited the gentleman inside, and he spent the next three hours sharing conversation, food and drinking tea! Aram had a chance to share with him his journey to faith in the Crucified One, and the taxi driver listened attentively. He left that little village with much to think about that day, having heard the most glorious news any ears could ever hear. All because of one seemingly insignificant act of obedience.



From a missionary there