The Man In The White Hat!

The Man In The White Hat!

“Yet have I set my king upon my holy hill of Zion. I will declare the decree: the LORD hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; this day have I begotten thee. Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession.” (Psalms 2:6-8 KJV)

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Man In White Hat The most shocking encounter for many of the enemies of Christ is the moment they finally meet a Christian. The man in the white hat was a Muslim imam who led repeated attacks on a large church in West Java.

On September 10, 2005, this man led a mob of 200 to nail shut a 700-member church in Jatimula, Bekasi, West Java. The valiant Christians continued to sing and worship every Sunday in front of their church building, in spite of attacks from the mob. Each Sunday for two months, in the midst of chaos, the mob heard them preaching and singing. This Muslim leader, in the white hat, had held a machete against Sister Huta Julu only to hear her pray, “Father forgive them, they know not what they do.”

On one occasion when the mob attacked the church, the leader in the white hat said to the Christians, “Christianity is a strange religion.” Once Huta Julu turned to him in the midst of the screaming crowd and said, “If I die, then you will take my place, or you will go crazy because God will convict you.” The imam returned home, stunned by her example of Jesus’ mercy and grace. Here is what he later told us:

“I was the chief mosque leader and also the chief of the Muslim boarding school in Garut. A week after these incidents with the church, I was standing on the stage at the mosque for our Friday service. Suddenly, I blurted out the words, “The only way to salvation is Jesus. Jesus is the way.” These words just came out. I did not yet know all of what I was saying.

“The worshipers were angry. They rushed up to the stage and beat me right there in the mosque. Somehow, I got away from them and gathered my wife and children. We jumped on a bus and ran away to Jogjakarta. Arriving in this big city, we stood on the street. Where could we go? The Muslims were looking for us and we did not know any Christians. We had no place to stay.

“Standing there, huddled together, we looked around in the crowd. All of the sudden, a Christian pastor walked up to us and asked if he could help us. We hid in his home. Although we now have moved to another island a thousand miles away, every Sunday we call the church I attacked to tell them happy (blessed) Sunday.