A Testimony from a Zwemer Studnet: David
I grew up in the largest Muslim nation in the world, but you wouldn't have noticed the nation until recently. To be honest, I constantly struggled loving Muslims for in my heart I held them responsible for many things -- namely, forcing my family to relocate constantly resulting in leaving the only place I could call home.
In hindsight, I know God desired to break my heart of unforgiveness and show me His love, through me, for Muslims. Perhaps the most significant time of healing took place in the summer of 2007 while in Jordan where I made a close Muslim friend named Arafat. Arafat drove me home one night from a café when we began to talk about his plans for the upcoming Friday. His family was visiting the graveyard in the morning. Arafat's younger brother died a month earlier and his family visits the grave every Friday to pray that Allah would accept his brother into paradise.
My heart broke! During such a tragic time of mourning, they carried upon themselves the responsibility to pray for his brother's salvation. God showed me the resentment I held against Muslims would fall away as I began to see them through His eyes. Arafat was hurting and afraid. Although there seemed to be little I could say to comfort him, I knew the One who would wipe away his tears and deliver him from a fear of uncertainty. What a privilege it is, to be the bearer of such good news!