Dear Friends and New Subscribers, The character in my Christian fiction short story, “For the Blood of Sheep,” resembles many misguided militants in the Middle East. To show His compassion and power in these Last Days, God is pouring out His Spirit upon the unlikely of the world. Let’s pray for healing from hatred and an openness for repentance, even in our own lives. I hope you appreciate the message in my story.
For the Blood of Sheep?
by D.I. Telbat
Vatit fell to his knees in Syria’s western desert region. He’d come from Thailand to serve Allah as a jihadist against the infidel and the unfaithful. At thirty-four, he’d wanted to make a difference for his god. The world was in a mess. Maybe he could improve the world through jihad, Vatit had hoped.
But raping, maiming, and killing had failed to convince Vatit that he’d made any difference. A week earlier, he’d killed all the sheep owned by a family near Ar Raqqah. At the time, Vatit had thought it was a just punishment toward a man who refused to confess Muhammad as Allah’s prophet. However, the massacre of the family the next day had shocked Vatit’s senses.
“Where have I gone wrong?” Vatit questioned the sky. Behind him, his ISIS companions were looting a bus they’d ambushed on the highway. They probably thought Vatit was praying to Allah, but he hadn’t said his daily prayers for a week—not since he’d slaughtered the sheep. “Give me a sign, please!”
Vatit realized he was indeed praying, but not to Allah. It struck him quite suddenly that there must be Someone else, Someone of love and power who deserved his faith.
He turned and looked back at the others. If they were just renegades using the Koran as an excuse to pillage, he would simply find true Muslims who followed the Koran to the letter. However, they were following the Koran to the letter. Allah gave them license to do horrible things to unbelievers; Muhammad said Allah even commanded it.
But in other areas, Muhammad’s followers had written more compassionate directives. It wasn’t a matter of interpretation, but a matter of choosing to which scriptures of Muhammad one wanted to submit.
Bowing his head, Vatit realized his hands were still bloody. He hadn’t washed them for two days since their water was scarce. The shedding of blood hadn’t fulfilled his desire to feel useful or complete. It hurt deep inside to know he’d wasted years of his life following an empty path of wickedness and pain.
He couldn’t change his past mistakes, but he could make a change for the future. As he rose to his feet, Vatit dropped his AK-47 rifle and started walking. Having served one false god, he felt certain he would know when he found the true God.
His heart skipped a beat at a thought: maybe the Christian God was the true God after all. There was only one way to find out. He had to find a Christian!
NOTE: Please continue praying for Asia Bibi, still being held in Pakistan prison. Things are heating up against her. Read the latest on her case here.
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