......

"Words can't express..." - but do I even try?
Or am I afraid of failing this test?
After all, I am fed lie after lie.

But how can I fail, when my Judge is Love?

[OKAY.  So as I was writing this, I received a call.  The number was from California, and I was curious, so I picked it up.  As soon as the other end replied to my 'Hello?', I knew who it was.  His name is Ahmed, and he is a member of the Islamic Center of Los Angeles.  We have chatted once before, back in January... long story short, I had requested a Qur'an, because I had thrown all mine away at one point.  And so the ICoLA sent me one, and it his job to follow-up with the peole who requested Qur'ans.  That night we ended up talking for about three hours!  Tonight, only 45 minutes.  But still, I have really enjoyed talking with him.  He is very kind and respectful.  He's just doing his job, really, to be a messenger of what he believes to be true.  And so am I - which he finds fascinating, and is appreciative of.  So really we just talk about our faiths and journeys that God is taking us on.  Really neat.  But throughout our conversation tonight I kept finding myself thinking, 'I need to pray.  I need to pray with him.'  I almost didn't get to.  But then I interjected towards the end of our conversation with a request to do so.  And he gladly accepted.  That was so neat.  Of course, then he reciprocated with his "own" prayer, al-Fatiha - which is the first chapter in the Qur'an.  He said it in English, but as soon as he said the first two lines I knew what it was.  Ha.  But still, I'm glad we could do that.  So if you could please pray for Ahmed, that his mind and heart would be opened to the Truth of Jesus Christ, I would greatly appreciate your doing so!]

And now, it's 50 minutes past my bedtime.
Thus, I shall finish my... whatever it is... later, insha'allah.
Ha!  Arabic mode, now that I've talked with Ahmed.
[For those of you who don't know, insha'allah means 'God-willing'.]