Just a few minutes ago I was checking my email and I got a message that simply said:
“Can I trust you?”
It was signed Mrs. Asma Abdul-Qahhar.
My first response, without even thinking was “No.”
Then, after thinking about it, my second response was “No!”
But not wishing to be rash or unfair, I thought about it some more and my third response was “Hell No!”
Most of you know I’m working on a five-book fictional series of novels called The God Virus based on a terrorist attack on the power grid. All the lights go out and America returns to law of the jungle. Right now I’m writing book three titled The Saracen Tide. In this novel a fellow named Abdul al”Kalwi takes advantage of the power vacuum and begins a Sharia-type military crusade across the state. The only person who can stop him is Rodney Branch, commanding general of the Shadow Militia. I just wrote a chapter where someone asks Rodney if he hates Muslims. Here was Rodney’s response:
“Do you hate Muslims, General Branch?”
Rodney shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in his chair. “On a case-by-case basis, sure. For example, I hate the twenty-five-thousand of them who are marching this way and want to kill me.” The general took a sip of his coffee and placed it firmly back down on the desk. “To be more precise about it, it’s not that I hate them. I just don’t trust them.”
Jeff crossed his right leg over his left. “So why don’t you trust them?”
Rodney looked at the man blankly. “I don’t trust anyone who’s trying to kill me.”
I’m a lot like Rodney. I tend not to trust people who have a firm track record of hating me and trying to kill me. Now, to be fair, do “all” Muslims want to kill me? Of course not. But here’s the problem: I can’t tell the good ones from the bad ones just by looking at them.
All over the world we’re seeing Muslims rioting, kidnapping students, torturing and killing Christians; it’s reached genocidal proportions. But yet, some of the more open-minded people reading this are appalled that I just questioned the integrity of Islam, the supreme religion of peace, born of the prophet Muhammad, peas be upon him. (I never could figure out why he liked peas so much.)
Okay, America, can we just cut through all the crap for a minute and talk some sanity. Islam is not a religion of peace; it’s a cult perpetrated by a false prophet who was undoubtedly insane or demon- possessed. Take your pick.
And now, some of you are thinking, “Oh no. Skip is asking for trouble now. A terrorist sleeper cell is coming to his house and will kill him without a doubt.”
Really? Has it come to that? Have we, as Americans, come to the point where we’re afraid of desert nomads who raise goats and camels for a living? Okay, so they’ve got an AK-47. So what. I’ve got an AR-15, and a Glock, and a shotgun … lots of shotguns and pistols and rifles and crossbows. And I’ve got bullets up the wing-wang. I even reload my own. (And all my friends and relatives are like me.)
Question: Why should I be afraid of Muslims while I live deep in the heart of America?
Answer: Because Muslims also live deep in the heart of America. And more are crossing the southern border everyday.
But wait, there’s more. Doesn’t America also have drug lords, mafia bosses, bank robbers, rapists, serial killers and, dare I say it … politicians, all living right amongst us deep in the heart of America?
Sure. Of course we do, and all of us feel free to rail against them, pass judgment and demand justice. So why then are we silent when millions of Christians are being slaughtered by Muslims all over the world? The answer is this: We are cowards.
Ironically enough, we’re not afraid of the Muslims; rather, we’re afraid of being called bigots. We’d rather die than be called a “bad person.” Now isn’t that the height of arrogance.
Fellow Americans, it’s come to the point where we have to either crap or get off the pot. Or, in other words, “It’s come to Jesus time.” If we don’t return to our roots, to the courage that founded America, then it will eventually be too late.
It was the Apostle Paul (one of those early Christian bigots) to Timothy who once said: “For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.”
There is a man named Kamal Saleem, whom I know and support. He is a former terrorist but was converted to Christianity. You can read about it all in his book The Blood of Lambs. There was a time when Kamal would have killed me just for insulting his prophet. But now he gives me hugs and handshakes whenever I see him. I love Kamal Saleem and I trust him. Not because he’s a former Islamist, but because he loves me and doesn’t want to kill me. Kamal truly loves Muslims and prays for all of them to come to Jesus, and that’s why I give money to his ministry.
Now, for me personally, I find it difficult to love Muslims. Let’s face it, folks, I don’t trust them and I’m not Jesus. Ask my wife she’ll tell you. But in the Christian sense, I do love Muslims. I want the best for them, but I’m just not a very good evangelist. Enter Kamal Saleem and the money I give him. That’s my way of showing love to the Muslims, even while they kill Christians.
Now go with God and peas be upon you. Sorry, I just couldn’t resist that one.