But Jesus asked me to choose.

And I chose this.

And despite everything, I’d choose it again.

Because being alive, truly alive in Christ, is worth more than merely existing in comfort.

My name is Leila.

I died on the 17th of March, 2018 in the Saudi Arabian desert.

My own father buried me alive for reading a Bible.

And Jesus brought me back.

Not because I deserved it.

Not because I was special, but because love is relentless.

Because grace is scandalous.

And because sometimes God writes his testimony in the scars of broken people.

Thank you for listening.

Thank you for believing.

And if you’re still deciding whether to believe, that’s okay, too.

I pray that one day you’ll have your own encounter with the Jesus who resurrects because he’s still doing it every single day.

If this story moved you, I need you to do three things.

First, subscribe to this channel and turn on notifications.

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Stories of radical faith that will challenge and inspire you.

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That Jesus meets people in their darkest moments.

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Tell me what you’re facing.

What grave do you need to be pulled out of? This community will pray for you.

We’ll stand with you.

You’re not alone.

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Reach out.

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You matter.

Thank you for watching.

May you encounter the Jesus who resurrects the dead because he’s still doing miracles

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