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The Desire For Holy Communion Leads Mennonite To The Catholic Church. 

The Desire For Holy Communion Leads Mennonite To The Catholic Church. 

I was bemoaning my lack of access to the Eucharist when I first learned what Donatism was. In a discussion with friends online, I lamented how I could not, in good conscience, participate in communion with anyone I knew was persisting in sin (or at least what I thought was sin) without repentance.

Someone said that sounded like the ancient heresy of Donatism. Intrigued, I searched the term online and decided the Donatists were at least partially correct. In short, the Donatist heresy arose in the fourth century, proclaiming the sacraments facilitated by ministers who were in a state of mortal sin were invalid, and that Christians must be rebaptized into the “true” (Donatist) church where sin was better disciplined.

This made excellent sense to me at the time. After all, the Apostle Paul had written an instruction to not associate or eat with those who claimed to be Christians but refused to repent of their sins (1 Corinthians 5:9-13). If a church was full of such unrepentant people, and the leaders did not discipline them, the only thing a faithful Christian could do was to leave the church and join a better one (or start his own). To remain in a corrupt church would be to disobey the apostle’s instructions and therefore risk the loss of one’s own salvation.

And that was how I essentially excommunicated myself. I followed my conscience into neo-Donatism, and I wished I were dead.

Being Faithful to Scripture

I grew up as a “Bible Christian.” Unlike theologically liberal mainline Protestants, prosperity-gospel charismatics, and superstitious semi-pagan Catholics, we were the real Christians because we took the Bible seriously. But when I was twelve years old, I discovered there were Christians out there who seemed to take the Bible even more seriously than I had been taught to.

I began reading about conservative Mennonites, who seemed intent on taking New Testament instruction very literally. Jesus said remarriage after divorce was the same as adultery (Matthew 5:32), so that wasn’t allowed. Jesus said to not resist an evil person (Matthew 5:39) and to love and pray for enemies (Matthew 5:44), so participating in war wasn’t allowed. The Apostle Paul said women should cover their heads when praying or prophesying (1 Corinthians 11:2-16), so that was a requirement. And, of course, there was the aforementioned instruction from 1 Corinthians 5 to not associate with unrepentant sinners, so starting a new church was expected if there was no other good option. I was impressed at their willingness to respond with simple, literal obedience to even the most difficult teachings that, despite thinking of myself as a Bible Christian, I had never considered.

I mulled this over in the summer of 2001. The day after I turned thirteen was Sept11. I watched with dismay as it seemed Christians everywhere were reacting with anger and calls for retaliation. Did we or did we not really take the Bible seriously? If we were going to respond like unbelievers when times were hard, was our faith real? I tried to talk about what Jesus had said about praying for enemies and what the Apostle Paul had written about leaving vengeance to God (Romans 12:1721), but no one seemed to listen. I didn’t stop believing in Jesus, but I had the jarring epiphany that many, perhaps most who claimed to be Bible Christians might not be as faithful to Scripture as they purported to be.

Anything but the Catholic Church.

From then on, I dreamed of finding something closer to “true Christianity.” Checking out the Mennonites seemed like a good start, but they weren’t nearby (and I was too young to drive). So I waited as the years passed, feeling frustrated and hungry for this radical Christian discipleship that was noticeably different from the ways of the world.

After Barack Obama was elected president of the U.S. in 2008, I was just about fed up with conservative evangelicalism. Christians were comparing Obama to Rome’s Emperor Nero and “the antichrist.” I was bewildered. Even if these hyperbolic comparisons had merit, weren’t we supposed to be unafraid of death? Didn’t we claim a unity with Christ’s resurrection that made us invincible? Hadn’t the church outlasted past powers of darkness, and would we not again? For all their talk about being “biblical,” it seemed most of conservative evangelicalism was more interested in winning culture wars than in looking forward to the resurrection of the dead and life of the world to come. Where were the real Christians??? I wondered in exasperation.

The Catholic Church wasn’t on my radar. From early childhood I had heard about how Catholic state-churches tortured and burned religious dissenters who raised concerns about praying to statues and paying money to get into heaven and the inaccessibility of Scripture. All the Catholics I knew seemed biblically illiterate and treated their faith as an obligation to check off their to-do list. I figured it was an old, worn-out, hopelessly corrupt version of Christianity that had strayed from the Bible.

Trouble Getting on the Same Page

I did get a bit curious during a Christian college student retreat, when a staff member from a Catholic university facilitated a mealtime discussion on Catholic beliefs. I realized I had never actually talked to a Catholic person who knew what he was talking about, so I listened to what he had to say. The only thing I remember was that he clarified that Catholics don’t pray to saints in the same way we think of prayer to God, but rather ask for the saints’ intercession. “That’s weird,” I thought to myself, “but it’s not as weird as I thought.” I got the idea that there might be other “Catholic ideas” that weren’t as weird as I thought, but I didn’t think too hard about it at the time.

I spent the next decade exploring the contours of more socially-conscious evangelicalism and, later, the Mennonite world. I found a lot of inspiring ideas about how to live the Christian life, but also a lot of conflict and division over how to put biblical teaching into practice. The earliest Reformation-era confessions at the root of the Mennonite tradition strongly emphasized the necessity of a church of genuine believers (who made their own choice to be baptized into the church) and followers of Christ’s teaching, calling for separation from (and excommunication of) anyone who was not of like faith and practice.

From here I was inspired to strongly hold the position that I couldn’t participate in communion with anyone who was committing — with no intent to repent — an act I thought (based on my understanding of Scripture) was sin. It wasn’t exactly the same as Donatism, which focused on the righteousness of the officiating clergy. In some ways my thinking went far beyond that, extending the responsibility to each participating layperson (after all, there was very little distinction between clergy and laity in the Mennonite tradition) to be assured that all his or her participating brothers and sisters were united and on the same page.

A Glimmer of Hope

While all this seemed like the biblical ideal, in reality it led to endless schisms, as each person had slightly different ideas of what actions might constitute immorality. Churches would split over such tiny things as variations in clothing styles, or whether or not to make use of certain technological advances such as automobiles, radios, TV, or the internet. The emphasis on having a visibly unified and recognizable expression of shared faith led to a vast spectrum of congregations and associations of congregations with varying rules and requirements — somewhat like a multitude of religious orders, but most not sharing communion with each other!

I was overjoyed to discover the little church I eventually became a part of — definitely on the modern liberal side of the Mennonite tradition (we didn’t have a dress code or rules micromanaging details of our lives),—was seeking to live out Christian ideals such as sharing our possessions (we jointly owned our property), refusing to participate in war or other violence, and renewing our little corner of the earth by using natural farming methods. We took inspiration from the New Testament, Mennonite values, Benedictine and Franciscan spirituality, and the Catholic Worker Movement, and the result was a scrappy little intentional community with early-church vibes that I really liked. Though we weren’t perfect, I thought we were a lot more balanced and ideal than anything else I had ever seen.

However, my church ended up dissolving shortly after I joined it. I was devastated, wondering how I could ever find anything like that again. That’s when a former coworker invited me to join him and his wife at the Easter Vigil service in 2017. I figured I might as well see what it was all about.

According to My Interpretation

Of course, what I heard was the exact same gospel I already believed — from the Bible! In fact, I was impressed by how much Scripture I heard. After that, I deemed the Catholic Church as orthodox, according to me! Sure, it had some weird unbiblical stuff, I thought, but so did most other churches, in my opinion. I laugh so much now at how I thought back then. I had no concept of an authoritative church that determined orthodoxy; rather, it was my interpretation of Scripture that granted (or withheld) my personal seal of orthodox approval to any creed, confession, or catechism. It was my job to continually be improving my knowledge of Scripture so I could effectively use citations thereof to evaluate all statements of faith. I would shop for churches by reading their statements of faith on their websites, and if I saw anything I deemed erroneous according to my interpretation of the Bible, I’d cross it off my list of places to visit.

It’s crazy to me now how I was able to function like this (honestly, I wasn’t functioning very well at all), but at the time it was the only way I knew how to operate.

Take Me to Heaven

Throughout 2017, I became more and more ill as a chronic digestive condition I’d put off dealing with was finally overtaking me. When my church dissolved, my house was put up for sale. I made the decision to move back home with my parents that July.

By this time, I had developed an affinity for the Early Church, and I had a vague belief in some form of Christ’s real presence in the Eucharist. I felt desperate to have a church home so I could access that. I visited a few churches, but by August, I realized I was slowly dying of starvation. Eating food became more and more traumatic, and my appetite shut down. I lost so much weight that I could hardly function. I could feel my mind becoming duller and slower, so I stopped driving, making it impossible to go anywhere.

I despaired of ever finding a church my conscience felt right about fully participating in, even if I wasn’t sick. And if I couldn’t have the Eucharist, life wasn’t worth living. My only hope was that God would recognize I had done the very best I could and take me to heaven.

Steps Toward the Ancient Church

In late September, I went into the hospital at 84 pounds to have surgery. I hoped I would enter the operating room and go right to heaven from there. Instead, I awoke on the afternoon of September 27, 2017 in the same place, with a giant wound in my belly, a racing heart rate, and a discouraged spirit. Now what?

I would spend more than a week there. As the days passed, I was able to move, to sit, to walk, to drink, and finally to eat again. I somehow started looking at Catholic posts on Instagram during that time, and they encouraged me. It was my first ongoing exposure to Catholics who took their faith seriously and presented it winsomely online. Now that I was on the journey toward health, I started thinking about the future, and how I needed to get my church-homelessness remedied in order for anything else to be worthwhile.

I came home on October 7, but I spent the next several weeks regaining my weight and getting my full health back. I bounced around a few different churches and often found myself driving to a nearby Poor Clares monastery during the week. I hardly knew what I was doing sometimes. I was looking for something real, something that connected me to the ancient Church.

A Consistent Ethic and Celibacy

It seemed that everywhere around me, others who grew up evangelical post-9/11 were all looking to the Church’s first three centuries for inspiration for evangelism, witness, service, and even liturgy. More and more of us were tired of the semi-Christian narratives pushed by the socio-political right and left; we wanted premium Christianity that transcended culture wars and spread the fragrant aroma of Christ. As I kept observing this encouraging phenomenon, I also kept investigating the Catholic Faith. I slowly realized that many non-Catholic Christians were trying to reinvent a lot of Christian practice while sidestepping the traditions preserved for us by the Catholic Church.

For example, there were endless debates about how best to articulate a socially conscious consistent ethic of life, what issues to prioritize, how best to engage politically and to what extent we should even do so. I remember thinking, “Wouldn’t it be great if the entire global Church had a unified social conscience with a consistent ethic of life that transcends these political divides?” I sheepishly remembered the Catholic Church had something like that, but I also knew a lot of Catholics didn’t hold to that and ended up taking one or the other side of the political aisle like most evangelicals.

Another issue that concerned me was the utter lack of tangible support in evangelical circles for celibate life. Getting married and having children was seen as the only way to be worthy of celebration. Celibacy was expected for the unmarried, but it was seen as this undesirable situation to be remedied as soon as possible rather than a good and beautiful and frequent call worthy of voluntarily considering and celebrating. Single Christians commonly talked of feeling marginalized, invisible, second-class. More and more discussions popped up about what alternatives to traditional family life could be explored to provide Christian community for unmarried Christians. “Can’t we have some kind of religious communities like Catholics have?” I wondered. I tried to get various friends interested in the idea, but almost no one wanted to entertain the idea of committed celibacy for life.

Lingering Concerns

The more I looked at the Catholic Church, the more I saw the synthesis of things I couldn’t find synthesized in the wide realm of evangelicalism: orthodoxy, morality, a consistent ethic of life, an esteem for celibacy, reverent liturgy, and a connection to our ancient brothers and sisters. I had thought I would have to start my own church to have all of these things at once!

Of course, I had my concerns. Chief among them was (and still is) an apparent lack of emphasis (compared to what I’m used to) on the necessity of personal holiness as normative for the Christian life, and a corollary focus on meeting sacramental obligations. In other words, it seemed like as long as one followed the Church’s minimum requirements, striving for sainthood was optional. To me, it’s scandalous to call oneself a Christian if one isn’t trying to live out the teachings of Jesus and the apostles on a daily basis. In my former neo-Donatist way of thinking, “Christians in name only” would be removed from the Church as phonies!

A related and equally grave concern was (and still is) the history of the Church’s relationship to the state and the abuses of power that have spawned from it. From the beginning to the end of the fourth century, the Church underwent a dramatic shift from persecuted to persecutor due to its rapid growth that overtook the office of the emperor. This new social dominance was often egregiously misused throughout subsequent centuries in ways antithetical to the Christian gospel, marring the Church’s collective witness to this day.

A Much-Needed Shift in Perspective

I wanted a church with all the good things about the Catholic Faith and none of the things I thought were bad. I thought if I could just articulate the right vision and find the right people, I could make it happen. My concerns didn’t disappear. But this past spring and summer, my ecclesiology changed for three reasons:

First, I realized that numerous people before me had wanted the same thing — a better Church. Yet as noble and pure as their intentions might have been, none of their movements have, in fact, produced an overall better Church. I looked and looked for it until I was alone and miserable, and I finally had to acknowledge I couldn’t do a better job than the Holy Spirit did at Pentecost.

Second, I began to see the Church as a family rather than merely a voluntary association (although I believe it has elements of both). Many people are born into the family, but not all will live up to the name “Christian,” and several will, in fact, tarnish the name horribly. While this phenomenon is scandalous and should be continually opposed, it does not give us permission to abandon the Church and start another that is not in communion. This was a huge shift from my former neo-Donatist mindset, in which the pursuit of Christian perfection must be normative in order to be the true Church.

Why Donatism Doesn’t Work

A truer example of reform is modeled by many religious orders that seek greater Christian perfection while maintaining communion with the Church family and a posture of invitation to everyone to consider such holy lives for themselves. Where would the Church be if faithful religious orders decided to break communion in pursuit of purity? Those who seek righteousness and holiness are the witnesses the Church needs most! By remaining in communion with the “less perfect” members of the family, the “more perfect” members strengthen the faith of the Church as a whole.

Third, I began to question where else I could get the real Eucharist. Whatever that was, I wanted it more than anything. While I was wrestling with all the above thoughts, I had a conversation in May with a neo-Donatist-minded friend over the phone that was a turning point for me. He attended services at his church (not Catholic) but did not participate in the communion ritual due to St. Paul’s instruction to separate from those calling themselves Christians and continuing in sin, which I highlighted at the beginning of this story (1 Corinthians 5:913). I asked him how he was able to carry on emotionally and spiritually without access to communion. (I certainly wasn’t carrying on well, and I wanted to know how he managed it!) He said he served himself communion at home, and that I could, too!

What If I’m Not in the Right Church?

“No,” I said. “I can’t do that. I don’t think that’s right.”

“Why?” he asked. “Where in the Bible does it say we have to be assembled in a group to receive communion?”

I was momentarily stumped. I couldn’t produce a proof-text. I had to think deeper. And then I came right back to the same passage of Scripture.

“What is the point of excommunication if we can all go home and serve ourselves?” I asked.

Hmm, that’s a good point,” my friend replied.

I could hardly believe the next words were cascading out of my mouth: “What if there’s a Church out there that actually has the authority to excommunicate and has guardianship over the Eucharist — and we’re not in it?

“If that’s the case, that’s really scary!” he said.

Well, yes. That is scary. The point of St. Paul’s instruction in 1 Corinthians 5 is not for each person to excommunicate himself (which was the application I had previously drawn from this teaching) — excommunication is a mechanism given to the Church precisely because the Church has guardianship over who receives the Eucharist.

Ongoing Conversion

While it’s by no means ideal, in theory I could receive communion alongside a hundred unrepentant sinners, but all their faults will not separate me from intimacy with Christ. My job is to live the holiest life I can, pray for continued spiritual growth throughout the Church, and let God sort out his people in the end.

I well understand the desire to flee and to form a “better” Church that roots out sin. But I also know that while sin clings to our humanity — which still awaits its full liberation (Romans 8) — we can’t have a completely pure Church no matter what we try. We can follow our Donatist impulses and believe we’ll find (or build) the true Church that will “get it right this time.” But I speak from experience: If you do this, you will be even more crushed than you might feel right now when there you find many of the same sins and faults you sought to avoid: abuse of power, sexual abuse, theft, immorality, manipulation, etc.

I started RCIA in September. I still have my concerns, but I’m here because schism is futile. 


*This post first appeared on the blog media.ancensionpress.com

A Life Changing Encounter Of A Porn Star Who Met Jesus  

A Life Changing Encounter Of A Porn Star Who Met Jesus  

A porn star from Clay, New York left her lucrative career of more than 10 years after she encountered God. She is now serving the Lord as a pastor at a church in Fulton which she founded with her husband.
Crystal Bassette, a 33-year-old mother of three, used to earn $300,000 every year when she was still known as porn star Nadia Hilton. After more than 10 years where she made a total of at least 100 adult films, her life changed when she found God and began attending church.
Bassette conceived her first child when she was just 16, and she entered the modeling industry to make ends meet. After a few years, she entered the porn industry, lured in by a $30,000 monthly salary.

The job soon became a “regular 9 to 5 job” for her. Although she had the support of her family, she knew that her parents were disappointed in her. She eventually had an alcohol problem, and she splurged on sports cars, a mansion, and a night club business.
Through the course of time, Bassette felt herself becoming an “object” and merely a sex symbol. It was only when she ran into a string of life-changing events, including a car accident in 2014, that she came to realize that she wanted to start her life anew. It was then that she sought salvation through Jesus.
The day I was saved, I felt like the preacher was just speaking to me directly. … It was like he was preaching to only me and you know that day I felt God was talking to me through his preaching and everything he said felt right. I got down on my knees and was just praying to God to just release me from everything and my mom was there and my sister came over and were just all crying. And that was the day I got saved.”

While attending church services, Bassette met David, a pastor, who is now her husband. She is currently a college graduate and has completed her training to become a pastor.
The former porn star founded the New Beginnings Christian Life church in Fulton together with her husband, and she now hopes that her story will inspire others to change.
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How An Ex Soldier Converted And Cleansed An Village From Demonic Infestation And Idolatry 

How An Ex Soldier Converted And Cleansed An Village From Demonic Infestation And Idolatry 

God works in mysterious ways. This is a touching inspiring story of how God used one man to liberate his entire village from the demonic bondage of Idolatry. Read on…  

After sixty-one year old Dano* retired from his career as a military man, he had no idea life would take him to an altogether different battlefield: a spiritual one. 

Myanmar’s Background

In Myanmar, where Dano lives, the spiritual enviornment is sometimes disturbing. Many residents follow traditional beliefs. They honor images and statues, bow down to the dead, and even proudly claim to house demons in their shrines.

With this affinity for the spirit realm informing them, the Burmese army began waging war on ethnic minorities, including Christians who are deeply impacted by these attacks. In addition, those who believe in Jesus are also targeted by Ma Ba Tha, a group of radical Buddhist monks, who set up legal obstacles like the “Protection of Race and Religion” that make it purposely difficult to convert to Christianity or marry someone who identifies as a Christian.

Dano’s Conversion and Military Service

Dano doesn’t practice these indigenous religious beliefs because, after years of practicing animism, his parents became Christians when he was still a boy. Dano began attending church on Sundays and learning about God. By the time he was in class 10, however, his father had died and Dano could not afford to continue at school due to his family’s financial situation. But Dano knew who to turn to.

“I accepted Christ as my Savior, and at that time I realized that God called me to work for his ministry.” Dano explains.

Shortly after, young Dano joined the military. After completing his training, Dano was sent directly into harm’s way. He was immediately dispatched to the frontlines in a battle against Chinese rebels. “Our enemies ambushed us, they shot us and landmines exploded.” Dano remembers.

But, somehow, Dano emerged unhurt. “I was positioned on the frontline, there was one experienced soldier before me, and another experienced behind me. The soldiers in front of me and behind me were killed by the explosion of the landmines, the legs of the soldier behind me flew up in the air and he was immediately killed..I found out that 120 soldiers died.”

When Dano walked away from this battle, he had no doubt why his life was spared. “I believe God preserved my life from death on the battlefield for a purpose—because it is written in Bible that God protects those whom He has chosen. I believe God has chosen me to do his work and serve his people.’’

Dano’s Ministry

After eight years of service, Dano left the military and obtained a license to operate a timber business. From that point on, he made his livelihood exporting timber to Thailand. Business was good, but Dano continued to sense there was some sort of unfulfilled duty waiting for him. He sometimes felt anxious.

One day, Dano decided to sneak away from work and go see a pastor, who he asked to pray for him. “When the pastor and Sayamah Mimi* prayed for me, I felt all my doubts and worries disappear; my spirit was lifted and I was filled with peace.’’

This experience was just the beginning of the next leg of Dano’s journey however. Not long after visiting the pastor, Dano and his wife were praying and he had a vision. “I was shown a vine full of grapes, fully ripe and waiting to be plucked. A heavenly angel asked me to pluck the grapes and eat them. If I didn’t pluck he would send someone else.”

When Dano told his pastor about his vision, the pastor suggested that Dano should attend seminary before going into the ministry. But Dano was sure he was supposed to begin his ministry right away, so he went straight to the village chief and offered to teach the children in the village free of cost.

The chief and vice-chief agreed to allow Dano to educate their young people, but they gave him strict warnings not to preach. They even drafted an agreement stating that the villagers must file a complaint to the military officers if Dano preached the Christian faith.

The agreement, of course, made Dano nervous. He prayed for three days about whether he should sign the agreement or not, but eventually felt assurance from God that he didn’t need to be afraid. Dano went back and signed the agreement and began teaching the children.

While Dano doesn’t formally preach, he teaches the kids small bible verses and songs about God. And he prays constantly.

Praying for a Village

At first, Dano would wake up early at 4:00 in the morning to pray as he walked through the village, but residents soon complained to the Chief. Dano was instructed not to pray anymore.

This did not stop Dano from praying however. “I continued praying for the village,” He explains, “I just decided to pray at midnight.” Just like when Dano was in the military and he would patrol the military grounds, Dano began walking through the dark village claiming the land for the Lord. In addition, Dano’s family fasts every Saturday. And when the people of the village are sick, Dano prays for them and many experience healing.

Mistreated for Their Faith

Because of their Christian faith, Dano’s children are often threatened by other children and their teachers sometimes pressure them to say Buddhist prayers. At times, mobs of people have even gathered in front of Dano’s house. “Many times, the village chief and vice-chief would come and search for me to be tortured and killed. But in some miraculous ways, they couldn’t find me or I would have escaped.”

In one incident, Pastor Dano was held at gunpoint, but the gun did not work. The villagers were so astonished and worried that they left Pastor Dano alone.

Even though Pastor Dano was badly treated, the villagers would sometimes come to him when they needed help. The Vice Chief himself once came to Dano in his time of need. The Vice Chief’s son began staying in the woods by the shrines. His behavior and health worsened and it was believed he was possessed by the demons. But the physicians and magicians that many villagers relied upon were unable to help the young man. When all hope seemed to be gone, the family remembered that Pastor Dano used to pray for the sick. They apprehensively approached Pastor Dan for help, feeling awkward because they had been opposing him.

’The Vice Chief’s family thought I would be angry with them and would refuse to help, but I see it as a good opportunity to reach out to them,’’ Pastor Dano said happily. He fasted and prayed for three days. After three days, he went to the young man, but the Vice Chief’s son ran away when he saw him, shouting. “That person is going to catch me!’’

Pastor Dano went out to the shrines at 11:00 at night and commanded the demon to come out. Dano tried to burn the shrine, but at first, it wouldn’t catch fire. Finally, he poured diesel onto it and the shrine burned. He called upon the name of the Lord and the demon left the young man. Even more incredibly, not only did one demon flee, but villagers reported all the evil spirits left the village.

While this outcome seemed positive, some villagers begged Dano to bring the spirits back. The village spirit mediums sacrificed and pleaded for the spirits to return, but they would not. .“They were not happy because their spirit gods had left them. They complained to their Chief and tried to kill me,” Dano explained. Pastor Dano was told to pray in places where spirit shrines are present so he did. The next day all the shrines in the villages had been burned. No one knew how it happened. It was, seemingly, a miracle.

But the bigger miracle was this: the Vice Chief and his family, along with four other families, accepted Christ as their Savior and converted. Slowly but surely other villagers came to know the Lord and accepted Christ. 

Villagers who had opposed Dano now listen to him and are being led by him. Pastor Dano now pastors a church in his village, and he also has a vision and aims to reach out to another two Buddhist villages.

Pastor Dano would appreciate your prayers for courage and ongoing protection, as well as prayers for the families in his village that have turned to Jesus. Pray that the two villages he aims to share the Gospel with would be prepared by the Lord, and that they would have hearts ready to receive the Good News.

*Dano – names have been changed to protect the identity of the victims. 

‘I Left Islam Because I Studied Muhammad’s Life, Accepted The Gospel Because I Studied Jesus Life’ – Islamic Convert 

‘I Left Islam Because I Studied Muhammad’s Life, Accepted The Gospel Because I Studied Jesus Life’ – Islamic Convert 

​I Left Islam Because I Studied Muhammad’s Life, Accepted The Gospel Because I Studied Jesus’ Life.
By Abubakar Idris Mohammed.

When I studied Muhammad’s life, what I found was a gold digger who in his 25 years of age, married a 40-year old wealthy widow (Khadijah), Muhammad got troubled and terrified when he started receiving revelation from the fallen angel, even though he admitted that he was demon possessed, his wealthy wife convinced him to proclaim the revelation. He moved on to marry a 6-year-old child named Aisha when he was 52 and consummated his marriage when Aisha was nine years old.
He was received by the Jewish community as a refugee after he claimed that he was fleeing persecution from his own Meccan people who accused him of intolerance against their Pagan religion. Few years after he was sheltered and supported by the Jewish community, he plots to conquer them and eventually turned against them and wiped out the entire Jewish tribe out of Arabia. He was known for his warmongering. Himself participated in 28 bloody wars which are called Ghuzwa, and sent troops 54 times for different bloody wars, altogether there are 82 wars under his watch and commands.
A man who has been a role model for groups like Isis, Al-Qaeda, Taliban, Boko Haram, Al-Nusra, Islamic Jihad, Al-Shabaab, Abu Sayyaf and other Islamic terrorist groups, doesn’t deserve anyone’s respect but criticism and mockery.

He was poisoned to death by his Jewess maid when he slaughtered her entire family. He’s dead and will never return again but his legacy continues to wreck havoc and chaos around the world.

When I studied Jesus’s life, what I found was the one who was born without sin, he dedicated his life serving the poor, he created bread and wine to feed the poor, stopped group of men from stoning a woman to death, healed the sick, lame, blind, deaf and raises people from the dead, he commands storm to calm, he exorcise a boy possessed by a demon, he performed numerous miracles and demonstrated his power over nature and spirits.
People from all over the world from different ethnicity, nationality, race and religions are healed everyday in the name of Jesus. Non-believers dream of him and embrace him without been told to do so.
Jesus died on the cross, buried and was resurrected, ascended to Heaven, and is coming back again. The story of Jesus is a story everyone would be proud to share.
No one has ever invoked his name to commit atrocity because he has always condemned violence and told his followers not to pay back evil with evil.
Religion misleads people but Jesus saves people, No matter how good you are; no matter how religious you are; no matter what you do for God, you can never be good enough, or holy enough to earn salvation, any plan of salvation that is based on the efforts of man is doomed to failure.
For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast. (Eph. 2:8-9)


Jesus vs Muhammad is not like Apple vs Orange, It’s Good vs Evil, Light over Darkness. The difference is clear even though some are too blind to see it and to acknowledge the great gap between the two, they still fall the victim of early indoctrination and ignorance.

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