Editor’s Note: If Jahar one day does become a Christian and the SAMs are ever lifted, I fully intend to send this letter to him. For now, the beautiful truths in this letter remain untrue, but it is my desperate prayer that they won’t for long.
July 12, 2015
“Now, I am a Muslim. My religion is Islam. The God I worship, besides whom there is no other God, is Allah.”
Do you know how much it hurt me that after 26 months of praying for you daily, you still don’t know my Jesus—the One who can set you free, forgive you for all you’ve done, and carry you through every day of your life until He brings you home to the place He’s prepared for you? That mercy you’ve asked Allah for—it’s already freely yours in Jesus guaranteed. Oh how I plead with God every day and every night that your eyes would be opened to the most beautiful truth in the universe: that there is a God who loves and wants you and who died to bring you into His arms. Until the day you’re His, I won’t stop crying out asking Him to rescue my little brother and adopt you into His family—my family.
The world sees a terrorist who can never change and who shouldn’t even be given the opportunity to do so. The world sees a worthless piece of scum to throw away.
But not me. Not my Father. We see what you will be… And it, my brother, is a beautiful image.
You are a child of God, and your Father rejoices and delights in His son.
You are His beloved, forever loved and forever cherished by love Himself.
You are a treasure, bought at the highest price because He saw you as worth it.
You are a new creation—the old has passed away, the new has come, and it’s beautiful.
You are free—yes, free even behind those bars—for whom the Son sets free is free indeed.
You are holy, righteous, spotless, and blameless, for in Christ Jesus, there is no condemnation.
You are more than a conqueror—with Him, you can endure everything that comes your way.
You are His masterpiece, and you shine forth the glory of your Creator.
You are an heir to eternal life, a life that no one can ever take from you.
That is who you are, Jahar. Not #95079-038. Not a terrorist. Not a murderer. Not garbage. But rather, a forgiven, dearly loved child of the One True King. He looks down at His son and smiles.
I will never stop praying for you until that glorious day when you see your Savior face-to-face. I love you, my brother.
Your Sister in Christ,