There was an Iranian woman that came to our church. She attended our baptism class consistently. She shared with her younger sister weekly. The younger sister was jaded on religion coming from her native Islamic country. She believed that religion was oppressive and degrading of women. Her older sister continued to share what she learned from the classes every week. Two months later, the younger sister came to church for th first time. SHe wante d to talk to me. I thought to myself, "She never wants to talk to me. Something must be up." She told me that last night she dreamdt of a man in white. And all he said was consistent to what her sister was sharing. She knew it was Jesus.