Elijah Muhammad had me fly to Phoenix to see him in April, 1963.
We embraced, as always--and almost immediately he took me outside, where we began to walk by his swimming pool.
He was The Messenger of Allah. When I was a foul, vicious convict, so evil that other convicts had called me Satan, this man had rescued me. He was the man who had trained me, who had treated me as if I were his own flesh and blood. He was the man who had given me wings--to go places, to do things I otherwise never would have dreamed of. We walked, with me caught up in a whirlwind of emotions.
"Well son," Mr. Muhammad said, "what is on your mind?"
Plainly, frankly, pulling no punches, I told Mr. Muhammad what was being said. And without waiting for any response from him, I said that with his son Wallace's help I had found in the Quran and the Bible that which might be taught to Muslims--if it became necessary--as the fulfillment of prophecy.
"Son, I'm not surprised," Elijah Muhammad said, "You always have had such a good understanding of prophecy, and of spiritual things. You recognize that's what all of this is--prophecy. You have the kind of understanding that only an old man has.
"I'm David," he said. "When you read about how David took another man's wife, I'm that David. You read about Noah, who got drunk--that's me. You read about Lot, who went and laid up with his own daughters. I have to fulfill all of those things."
Posted By: Steve Williams
Tuesday, March 10th 2015 at 11:58AM
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