بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ ,
This morning I turned into a missionary’s worse nightmare. I’m sort of like the chap that comes to the car dealership, tests drives the car and it fails on me, I return to test drive another and it fails as well. Thus, it would appear that I’m not good for the dealership business. Similarly, I’m not good for missionaries either. After my initial run this morning, I decided to approach a Christian who has been on my list for sometime. As you will see:
- I asked a question that he could not answer.
- He knows he had no answer.
- So he repeated his wrong answer in hopes I’d stop asking.
As you would eventually see, his patience finally ran out and he began typing in all caps. Clearly I’ve gotten on his nerves, I guess that whole ‘love your enemy’ mantra doesn’t seem to be working right about now…
I’ve been told that the antidote to my questions is a dose of Islam, available everywhere and best of all, free of charge!
wa Allaahu ‘Alam.