The Importance Of Faith In Islam

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In this record, I mention my size, or the lack of size and strength often in comparison to other people. I had a complex. I hated knowing that other people were stronger or had an advantage over me in some way. I wanted to be in charge of the situation. I wanted to be the strongest, the smartest, the tallest, etc.… Luckily, life did not work out that way for me. God kept showing me that I needed to learn to trust in something bigger and better than me, Him. My ego took many hits because I only saw that it was another person who was better than I. I could not see God yet.
Meanwhile, on the farm… I endeavored to research at the school library Moors of Northern Africa. I wanted to find out much about being a Muslim, a Black Muslim in particular.
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Behold, will ye believe in the day of your visitation—behold, when the Lord shall come, yea, even that great day when the earth shall be rolled together as a scroll, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat, yea, in that great day when ye shall be brought to stand before the Lamb of God—then will ye say that there is no God? Then will ye longer deny the Christ, or can ye behold the Lamb of God? Do ye suppose that ye shall dwell with him under a consciousness of your guilt? Do ye suppose that ye could be happy to dwell with that holy Being, when your souls are racked with a consciousness of guilt that ye have ever abused his …show more content…
Dexter was one of the most popular kids in our high school and I wanted to be just like him! I thought him the most popular person anyway. The way he dressed and how friendly he behaved towards everyone really impressed me. Also, he associated with both Black and White people—a new social skill I wanted to work on. There was nothing about Dexter that made him look exceptionally well above others or in his speech that made him more desirable to listen to when he spoke. In fact, he spoke with a quiet voice almost like a strained whisper! Dexter exuded inclusion and love. I know of no person who could speak ill of him in any manner kid or adult. I practically idolized Dexter. I did not know he was a Mormon though.
I knew he went to a strange church. He invited me to go to a dance with him held at this church. I declined. The last thing I wanted to do was go and dance to some gospel music. I had just found Christ again and did not want to entangle myself into something that could potentially interfere with that new happiness I felt. He laughed as he explained that normal and clean music would be playing at the dance. He also told me we would be going with White

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