He became an ordained minister in the 1970s.

He became an ordained minister in the 1970s. He and his wife (my stepmother) knew many of the TV evangelists and preachers and even visited Oral Roberts and helped in the building of the Prayer Tower in Tulsa, OK. They also were strong supporters of Jimmy Swaggart, Jim and Tammy Fae Bakker, Jerry Fallwell, John Haggi and the biggest enemy to Islam in America, Pat Robertson.

Dad and his wife worked together and were most active in recording Praise tapes and distributing them for free to people in retirement homes, hospitals and homes for the elderly. And then in 1991 he began doing business with a man from Egypt and told me that he wanted me to meet him. This idea appealed to me when I thought about the idea of having an international flavor. You know, the pyramids, sphinx, Nile River and all that. Then my father mentioned that this man was a Moslem.

I couldnt believe my ears. A Moslem? No way! I reminded my dad of the various different things that we had heard about these people, how they are Terrorists; hijackers; kidnappers; bombers and who knows what else? Not only that but: They dont believe in God They kiss the ground five times a day and They worship a black box in the desert. No! I did not want to meet this Moslem man. No way! My father insisted that I meet him and reassured me that he was a very nice person.

So, I gave in and agreed to the meeting. But on my terms. I agreed to meet him on a Sunday after church so we would be all prayed up and in good standing with the Lord. I would be carrying my Bible under my arm as usual. I would have my big shiny cross dangling and I would have on my cap which says: Jesus is Lord right across the front. My wife and two young daughters came along and we were ready for our first encounter with the Moslems.

When I came into the shop and asked my father where the Moslem was, he pointed and said: Hes right over there. I was confused. That couldnt be the Moslem. No way. Im looking for a huge man with flowing robes and big turban on his head, a beard half way down his shirt and eyebrows that go all the way across his forehead. This man had no beard. In fact, he didnt even have any hair on his head at all. He was very close to bald. And he was very pleasant with a warm welcome and handshake.

This didnt make sense. I thought they are terrorists and bombers. What is this all about? Never mind. Ill get right to work on this guy. He needs to be saved and me and the Lord are going to do it.