I am the bull pen this weekend. Rachel Reon hoped to have Nabeel Qureshi do her wedding. Not many girls can access med school graduates who get hired by Ravi Zacharias as apologetic powerhouses in the face of Muslims who hate him for leaving the faith. And speaking so well against it.
I am filling in as Nabeel has been in the hospital at MD Anderson for 22 days straight. Muslims rejoice to point to his stomach cancer as Allah’s judgment, and the doctors pulled him into emergency surgery, again, a few hours ago.
Nabeel, I will perform Rachel and Aaron’s wedding tomorrow, while you remind us of what’s truest in Christianity. As you skirt the abyss of death with thousands of people who hate you cheering for your demise, we will see Rachel and Aaron married. Ever since that first Easter Sunday, out of stunning sadness, and out of the mouth of over-awing defeat God in Christ has snatched victory, snatched hope, and stolen joy for us over, and over, and over again.
So we pray for your healing, continually ask for healing. We owe you that. We owe Christ that. We owe you both the asking when it seems o’erwhelmingly hopeless. We owe you and Christ the asking for healing especially as your enemies are set for revelry.
And if God relents and lets you expend your last breath praising Him, then we owe Christ and you and your enemies clear testimony. Beyond fatalism for Allah’s will, Christians dwell in a divergent land of hope inside Jehovah’s sovereign, best choices for us. We ask, and when He heals you, we praise Him. We ask, and if He deigns to take you, we mourn and still praise Him.
When you get out of the hospital, promise me a photo with a smarmy script saying “because we asked!” or something else mushy. Wish you were here to do the ceremony, praying, hoping against hope, cheering for you.
Rachel, by the way, will be amazing, in part, due to your investing in her. Get well.