Hello, My name is Ramin Parsa.
I was born into a very large Shiite Muslim family shortly after the Iranian Revolution. My grandfather in fact, was a close friend of the Shah’s father. As a result of this friendship, my family was greatly impacted by the revolution: One of my brothers was killed, my father was imprisoned multiple times, and most of our family’s possessions were taken.
Like any other child in Iran at that time, I was raised learning Islamic Laws and made to practice strict religious traditions. Perhaps because of my family’s history and notoriety, I was rarested and tortured multiple times under suspicion of violating these strict religious laws and traditions.
When I was 19, my father died of a heart attack. During this period (and perhaps also because of my family’s history) I was denied the right to go to University. At that time, getting an education was the only hope I had for my foreseeable future – in what I perceived to be a hopeless nation. As a result of all these events, I became very depressed and hopeless. I began to seriously question my faith in Islam – as well as the god I was trying to obey.
I had no hope or purpose in life and so I tried to commit suicide.
Fortunately, even my suicide was a failure – and in the midst of all the turmoil that followed, I heard the message of the gospel for the first time through satellite television. At first, I totally disagreed with what I was hearing – but something inside me was curious. Eventually, I asked Jesus to show himself to me – to show me if he was real.
My prayer was simple:
“Jesus, if you are God’s son, come into my heart, help me, and save me.”
Immediately after the words left my mouth, I felt a heat through my hand and started to cry. At the same time, a powerful joy and peace came upon me. All my hopelessness, guilt, and shame were suddenly gone.
I immediately went toa my mother’s house with excitement and laid my still warm hand on her while she lay in bed (she was very sick at the time). She was healed instantly.
From that day on, I felt a call to take the message of the Gospel to my unsaved brothers and sisters in the Middle East – and the rest of the world. I believe the only hope for any individual or nation is the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ.
Eight months after my salvation I was brutally stabbed by an unknown assailant. After I recuperated, I fled Iran to a neighboring country, where I started serving God in a local church.
\To make a long story short, I landed in Tulsa Oklahoma where I began serving in a local ministry. It was there, that the Lord answered one of my oldest prayers and I was able to attend a small Bible College. If anyone had told me when I was 19 that I would one day live and go to school in Tulsa Oklahoma (in the United States!?) – I would not have believed it!
After graduating from Bible College in 2011, I went to live in California where I currently serve the Lord by preaching and training new disciples through a local church, television and the internet.