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New Reports Out of Germany of Muslims Flocking to Jesus

George Thomas : May 27, 2016 : CBN News

One Persian-speaking congregation claims more than 600 people got baptized this year alone.

(Germany) — [CBN News] Scores of Muslims are reportedly turning to Christianity in Europe. (Image via CBN News)

A report by The Daily Beast claims thousands of Muslim refugees living in countries like Netherlands, Germany, and Denmark, are converting to Christianity and getting baptized.

The pastor of a German congregation in Berlin told the online publication that the conversions were "a gift from God" and said 1,200 Muslims, mainly from Afghanistan and Iran, have embraced the Christian faith in the last three years.

Earlier this year, Albert Babajan, pastor of a Pentecostal congregation in Hamburg, Germany, said many refugees escaping from Muslim-dominated countries expressed their disappointment about Islam.

One convert told a local Germany newspaper, "In Iran I began to look into various religions. Then I really asked myself why I live all the time in fear."

One Persian-speaking congregation claimed more than 600 people got baptized this year alone. Benjamin, an Iranian convert to Christianity, was one those who got baptized at the church during a recent Sunday service.

He told German television ARD, "Today my new life begins. Now I belong to Jesus." (Photo via CBN News)

Muslims who convert and leave Islam face a very real potential for violence and even death. A 20-year-old Afghan, who arrived in Germany late last year and converted to Christianity, told NPR he was fearful about being deported back to Afghanistan.

"If my country were safe, that wouldn't be a problem," Rahimi told the reporter. "But it isn't, and if I return, my life will be in danger."

According to the United Nations, more than 9 million Syrians have fled their homes since the outbreak of civil war started in March 2011.

The U.N. High Commissioner for Refugees estimates that more than 3 million have fled to Syria's immediate neighbors Turkey, Lebanon, Jordan, and Iraq. More than 6.5 million are internally displaced within Syria.

Since 2015, more than 150,000 Syrians have made the journey to Europe and declared asylum there.

The migrant influx has been controversial on many levels, including demands by many Europeans for a ban on Muslim refugees entering the continent. Several prominent European politicians have even expressed that only Christian refugees should be accepted.

In light of this, some worry this is forcing Muslims to convert to Christianity in order to gain asylum in European countries.

Gottfried Martens pastors the Evangelical-Lutheran Church in Berlin, Germany. Martens has seen scores of Muslim come to his church and express interest in the tenants of Christianity.

He admits some come in order to improve their chances of staying in the country.

"I know there are - again and again - people coming here because they have some kind of hope regarding their asylum," Martens told The Associated Presslate last year.

But for Martens, the motivation is secondary.

"I am inviting them to join us because I know that whoever comes here will not be left unchanged," he said.

The German news magazine Stern, recently did a feature story profiling Muslim conversions to Christianity among refugees.

In it, the publication showed dozens of former Muslims lining up by a lake to get baptized.

According to The Daily Beast, one Iranian told Stern, "I've been looking all my life for peace and happiness, but in Islam, I have not found them."

Another convert said he found in Christianity the love he was missing in his former faith.

"In Islam, we always lived in fear," he said. "Fear God, fear of sin, fear of punishment. But Christ is a God of love."

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My Testimony 

by Richard Harrington 

I am a 56 year old divorced man living in Florida. I became an alcoholic at the age of 13. i had a real messed up childhood starting at the age of 3 when I was adopted into the Harrington family I felt unloved and unwanted from the very beginning which resulted in a lot of trouble at school in the service and in my marriage of 12 years to my high school sweetheart who divorced me in 1979 I could not hold down a job. every job I would get I would get fired or quit for one reason or another but the real reason was drugs and alcohol 

After my divorce I moved to Florida to start a new life. I stuck my thumb out and hitched hiked from northern California to south Florida worked odd jobs for awhile and eventually went to trade school and got a diploma in air-conditioning went from one company to another for 15 years and finally got fired at this point I was totally lost in drugs and alcohol i lost my apartment because I could not pay rent and ended up being on the street homeless. I stayed that way for 4 years my life was over and had contemplated on suicide many times but I didn't want to go to hell so I decided against it but I was extremely miserable and no friends. I was eaten up by staff infection and hospitalized on many occasions 

I finally got out of the homeless camp and broke into a warehouse where I lived in a 12x12 room 

One night i was sitting outside my warehouse on a bumper stop drunk as could be when a man came leaving the corner bar came walking down my street and as he approached I saw myself in him like looking into a mirror this part is hard to explain but I will do the best I can. as he got closer I started to weep and I cried out god! help me! I can not keep going this way just take me out of here I don't want to live any more!! and for 20 minutes or so I wept on my knees till I was exhausted then got up and flopped myself down on the old broken down couch I used for a bed and drifted off to sleep. at six o'clock in the morning, I was awakened by some one calling my name, Richard, Richard, Richard, you must stop drinking you must stop smoking and you must go back to church and as he said that a feeling of warm liquid flowed through my body starting from my head to the bottoms of my feet, and I yelled out thank you Jesus! I knew instantly that Jesus Christ had healed me and this was before I knew what any of this meant but i knew that i would never need drugs or alcohol ever again! i knew it! He put a love into me that there is no words to express it. he totally turned my whole life around 

I put my trust in him and asked him to lead me to the church he wanted me to be a member of and he did i asked him to find me a home and a job and he did and the good news is i have never looked back I have the same job and go to the same church that he led me to. but that is not the best news the best news is I know where I am going now when I leave this world heaven and I know why I am here and its to serve him and I do with all my heart. 

He is real! and if you don't know him I implore you to get to know him. he waits for you with open arms. he will be the best friend you will ever have and he loves you very much God bless you! and thank you for taking the time to read my testimony and if you know of any one who needs to here this, please don't wait! send it to them this might be the last chance they will have to accept the Lord Jesus Christ as there personal savior. 

A Day on the Street

A Day On The Street 

for those of you that have read my testimony about my miraculous healing from Alcohol and drugs and became a born again Christian, there is an incident that accord two weeks before that miraculous event that would change my life forever. 

As you know from my testimony, i lived on the streets for over 4 years so i saw some incredible things that many people that were living in the main stream of society would not have seen. Being on the streets takes on a life all its own. like a fungus, it grows on you. Unless a person has experienced it for themselves in depth, it is hard to put into words what its like. The best way for me to explain it is, i was trapped in another world and seemed to be no way out and i kept getting deeper and deeper into this world I created. It was as though somebody turned out the light inside me and i was groping in the darkness. I saw many horrible things take place in the 4 years of my desperation. I saw people raped, knifed, and even freeze to death on the back sides of Dipsy Divers as we called them, from over exposure from the weather. Most were my drinking partners that i shared there dreams with. 

We ate out of dumpsters (Dipsy Divers) . We would wait for the restaurant to close and watch for the kitchen help to throw out the trash then we would quietly go through the Garbage after the restaurant closed down and some times before. Oh yes we would get caught some times and get run out but other times they would bring us out the food in a paper sack and we would take it back to our camp site in the woods Those of you that are reading this that have been homeless and on the street, knows that what i am saying here is only the tip of the iceberg, that thee are many more story's we could tell about life on the street I just wanted to set the setting and give you a glimpse of the life style i was living to prepare you for the next event leading up to my Deliverance which i call 'Touched By God" 

It was a hot summer night in Florida but not any different then any other. As usual i would go visit my Mexican friends who lived on the corner of my street. My warehouse was only a few buildings away. They had a big house and six of them lived there along with their wives who all worked for a lawn maintenance service They were always working on their cars and drinking beer. They would always invite me over to drink with then and after a while it became an every night ritual. They all had a great sense of humor and we would sit out on the screen porch and tell jokes and laugh and have a good time, They knew that i was living in a warehouse so they would let me take showers at their place and every chance i got i did, otherwise i would tie a hose on to the out side bathroom door at my place and take a makeshift shower inside the bathroom. 

One night I was over visiting and one of my friends (drinking buddy) said that they were getting short of beer and because i didn't have much money, just food stamps which i traded for money, asked me if i would walk down to the corner store and pick up some beer? I said sure so they gave me the money for a twelve pack and i walked down the street to pick up some beer and some cigarets The street was dimly lit with a yellowish glow coming from the lights. It was in a poor section of town which was known for its drug trafficking I was very familiar with it and knew people on the block and never was a fraid to walk the streets at night which i did quite often. But this night was going to prove different. 

As i left the old house with money in hand, i walked down to the corner store as i did every night It was the only store close in the neighborhood that stayed open all night. As i approached the store i noticed something different that night, there in the parking lot were a lot of cars unusual for this tiny store to have so many cars in the parking lot even though it was a Friday night. As i got closer i saw a lot of blacks hanging out in front of the store which was not so unusual being that it was a prodomantly black area but i new the owners of the store well and he would not permit loitering in front of the store very long. As i got closer to the door i felt the tenseness in the air, With my street sense, i knew that something was up. I thought maybe they were planning to rob the store but later i found out that was not the case I walked in and there was a long line of people waiting to buy beer and cigarets finally i got to the counter to pay for the beer and cigarets. 

I crossed the old parking lot, turned right and headed toward the house. I got down about a block or so and someone comes up behind me and sticks a gun in my back. He demands that i give him the beer he tells me not to turn around. He takes the beer and reaches into my back pocket and takes my wallet which had 143 dollars worth of food stamps. That day i had gone to the welfare department to collect. Then a real tall black man that looked like a basketball player with a bandana around his head yeld at me to give him the gold necklace i was wearing around my neck mean while the guy that had the gun to my back took the goodies and ran. The guy who asked me for my necklace was standing in the middle of the street with a revolver pointing at my head he asked me again for my necklace and with that i through my hands straight up in the air and yelled back NO! you got everything else of mine and i am not going to give you my neckless and started walking down the street he yelled at me to stop and i wouldn't I knew that i was going to die but i hoped that with my arms in the air that my left arm would defer the bullet from lodging in my brain HE PULLED THE TRIGGER! and the gun did not go off!. I turned around and as i did i saw something i have never seen before, about twenty black men running for their lives, screaming and scared half out of their wits. I walked back to the house and told my friends what had happened. They all jumped up, got into their cars and went roaring down the street looking for them, but when they got to the store, there was nobody their. They thought i was making it up. 

The next day it read in the paper that there were two gang rivalries, the cripts and the bloods at the corner store. They were facing off one another and that some of the members had been killed. Of course when my drinking buddies read that, they believed my story and it was my turn to buy the beer but all my food stamps were gone so they left me off the hook, they gave me some money and sent me down to the store to get more beer and cigarets so down the road i went. 

Two Weeks later I gave my life to Christ!

I became a born again Christian November 24th 1994 at 6am in the morning