Nabeel Qureshi was a most educated youth minister. Most never attend med school, maintain the years of A’s it takes to get and stay there, and they don’t face proliferating possibilities like Nabeel faced. He wrestled to be a doc on three continents, to retell his conversion from Islam on six continents, and encourage this newest generation’s dreams.
I suggested he write a book. To keep it simple. To reveal his story as a form other Muslims could follow simply. Not easily, but distilling complex questions into simple steps Nabeel took to follow God, Allah, he thought.
He grew into a warrior. I watched postings to YouTube and the web and laughed aloud, “Be the first on your block to merit your very own fatwah!”
Then Nabeel was married, having a beautiful child and dying of stomach cancer as Muslims cheered wildly at life’s cruel judgment. I prayed God to heal him. I posted one such prayer to this blog.
God said, “No.”
People apologize for God, and bend the light on the matter saying, “God healed him, He just healed Nabeel by taking him to heaven.” Touching sentiment. God said, “No” to healing Nabeel and extending his impact here. Nabeel died.
How does faith look after that? For Nabeel, watch his haunting YouTubes on our hope in Christ out of this world into the next. Beautiful. Courageous. Faith-filled. Watch them.
For me it’s a gut kick. Worse than watching your college team get man handled by a 3A high school squad. Having been injured to the point of dying, I know that if I choose who prays for me, I want them praying for me like I’d pray for me to live. If you hide behind, “whatever is Your Will, Father” in some non-invested theologically secure place, then save your breath. No one knows if those prayers get answered.
Yes. It’s harder to pray like cheering for your team, like cheering for mom if she’s sick. Yes, the let downs are harder, but prayers uttered in wildly cheering faith is what I hope for if it is me, my child, my wife. Those answers stiffen your prayers for decades. Will you ride with me?
When we get off, finally, on the other side, I’ll introduce you to Nabeel. He cheers from the other side now, see?