Mohammed sat staring into the distance. His face was long. His eyes: concerned. “In Islam,” He spoke—almost to himself, “no one know if they will go to heaven or to fire . . . In Islam, God wants you to work so hard, not have fun, and do everything right for Him and maybe you can go to heaven. Christianity is so different . . .” His eyes searched for hope as he unconsciously shook his head back and forth. “It is so different. Christianity and Islam—they are not the same, they are so different,” he said yet again.  His hands rubbed his face and went through his dark hair as he tried to crunch the numbers. In silence, hopelessness settled in upon him. “In Islam,” he said, “No man can help you for your sins. Each man must do enough good for himself to pay for his sins. This…Continue Reading