While I was ministering the word of God/Yah
in Madrid/Spain and some of the surrounding provinces I had a golden opportunity to lead
an Afghan to the Christ, it was a real sovereign experience, meaning I witnessed first
hand Father singling out His in the midst of a dark world
Well its been a while now since the twin towers have come down and the dust has well
and truly had time to settle. And in the midst of it all Father brought to mind by holy
ghost power.. brought to my remembrance, the dear brother He had me to introduce to
Jesus/Messiah that day at the plaza in Madrid.
Ahmad was around my age which is at present
45 years old and surprisingly enough he had a real hunger and faith toward Jesus the
I was roving this day around the city of Madrid distributing the word of God by way of
literature and suddenly I stopped and looked at this bloke/man doing a huge painting on
canvass in front of the public, he was really busy with this painting and was keen to
finish it and sell it to gather a little money to live on, I think he was an American, he
spoke english fluently anyway.
Well, I had a small idea what he was painting or at least trying to paint so as an opening
line to create conversation with this bloke I asked him what he was painting and he said
to me very hurriedly
Jesus!, o.k.!... Jesus!
I said to the man, Jesus?.. you mean to tell me that you know what Jesus looks like?.. he
look!.. I have to finish this painting o.k. so leave me alone and go your way. I
said once again
your painting Jesus?.. Do you know Jesus?
He said no!.. Who does?.. and I said, I do!.. well heads turned when I said that and the
painter really thought I was crazy then. I said to the painter, would you like to meet
this one you are trying to paint?.. he yelled at me now and said.. no!.. no!.. I
dont want to meet Jesus just go away!.. O.K. Acts 17:22,23.
It was Ahmad Fuzid, the boot maker. He was
standing off a little leaning up against the iron rails that surrounded the underground
train entry. I looked over at him and he was smiling like a man that had just won
All I could see was teeth. So I went over to him and ministered the Christ to him and he
just soaked it all up like a sponge does water. We prayed there and then. He took me back
to his place where his huge afghan hound met us at the door, I thought it was a mammoth or
a behemoth looking at me
I then water baptized him in his bath tub and we fellowshipped together till the day I
left Madrid for Australia
Although Father had many a job for me in Spain I always look back on the time I met
brother Ahmad as my favourite, it was wonderful to see a war torn man who grew up in a
bomb blasted land of violence meet the prince of peace.
If my whole trip to Spain was only for Ahmad, it was worth it, every moment I recall
when I expounded upon Gods word brother Ahmad was just smiling all over the place and when
it was time to move on he became very sad and me too.
We always must remember that one soul is worth more than the world and all that is in it
to our heavenly Father. I may not have sent food parcels, clothes, medical supplies or
money to Afghanistan but Father allowed me to play my part in the helping of the Afghan
people, especially one brother Ahmad Fuzid, the man who yelled out when I wasnt even
talking to him.. I will, Id like to meet Jesus!........... whosoever calls!...
BIBLE REF: LUKE 4,24-30, ACTS 8:26-40, LUKE 18:35-43, ACTS 3:23.
Please pray for brother Ahmad Fuzid in your prayers today
Paul M. Sheehan
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