One cold morning, in Washington DC

   There i was sitting on a park bench at 2am in the morning waiting to
attend a CUFI (Christians United for Israel) convention. Asking myself,
why i was here. You see, i believed in all my heart, that i was suppose
to be here. My Uncle, he was the last. The last Malaysian Jew that i
know off. He hid his identity from 17 million Muslims. I asked the Lord,
there has to be, more than just politics. A reluctant Zionist who couldn't
bear to see his uncle's memory and his family, Israeli's, in existential
danger.

  HaShem had, other plans for me that morning, as it turns out. I was
heading back to the ticket office at 6am to book my ticket back to
New York. There i met a Muslim who was trying to catch a bus to
New York to pick up his son who was coming in from overseas. There
and then miraculously, i was able to share the Gospel. My Messiah,
Yeshua, unadulterated by apologists, naysayers, atheists.... He died for
the Sins of the world (John 3:16)

Morever

 For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, 
but to save the world through him. 

~ John 3:17

 The one thing that i could not do among Jewish followers at CUFI, i was
able to share, with one stranger, in the middle of Washington DC. For
that i Praise the Lord. People think, that all i do, is argue with Jews or Muslims.
There is no other way to relate the Gospel, accept to be honest, open, and
boldly lay your beliefs on the line.

²² Indeed, under the law almost everything is purified with blood, and 
without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness of sins. 

~ Hebrews 9:22