Brasov Andy

Father and Husband, working in the UK, living in Brasov, Romania who loves twitter for the sacarsm wit and the irony

[Shahriq Khan @RealShahriqKhan]

When I was Muslim, I would argue & say we had the same prophets as Christians.

But this one broke me:

Surah 17:101: Allah gave Moses 9 clear signs.

I knew the list. The staff. The shining hand. The drought. The flood. The locusts. The lice. The frogs. The blood.

I held onto those 9 signs like proof I had the real story.

But bro, you know what shook me?

There’s a night missing.

After all nine signs, right before Israel walks out of Egypt, something happens that the Quran goes completely silent on.

A lamb is slaughtered.

Its blood painted on the doorposts.

And death passes over every house covered by that blood.

The Passover.

I grew up hearing the whole Exodus story. But nobody ever told me about the blood on the door.

Islam just skips it.

And here’s what wrecked me.

The Bible, the book I was taught was corrupted, mentions the Passover over 70 times.

Exodus. Leviticus. Numbers. Deuteronomy. The Psalms. The Prophets. The Gospels. Paul.

70 times.

So I had to ask myself the honest question:

If men corrupted this book, why would they obsess over the same story for 1500 years? Across dozens of authors who never met?

You don’t forge a document 70 times.

That’s just not corruption.

That to me is preservation.

And then I read the line that finished me off.

1 Corinthians 5:7.

“Christ our Passover lamb has been sacrificed.”

That’s when it hit me.

The whole story was never just about Moses.

It was always pointing to a King.

The final lamb. Whose blood, when applied to your life, makes death pass over you.

Forever.

The Quran gave me 9 signs but hid the one night that explains why any of them happened.

Because the moment a Muslim understands the Passover…

he’s one step away from the cross.

[Cian McCarthy @arealmofwonder]

Sir Laurence Olivier reciting Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare is very much an understated masterclass in performance poetry. (Absolute goosebumps.)

[No Context Brits @NoContextBrits]

King Charles arrives back from a state visit to Instanbul.

[Brasov Andy @BrasovAndy]

@NoContextBrits Brilliant 😂😂

[Wes Huff @WesleyLHuff]

This Easter, I invite you to look at Jesus, consider what he said and did, and ask for yourself what I believe is the most important question you will ever answer: Did he really leave behind an empty tomb? And if he did, what does that mean for you?

This video was made possible and in collaboration with my friends at @ChildlikeMedia.

[Chad Bird @birdchadlouis]

Today we remember that God washes our feet.

The fingers that crafted the universe scrub scum from between toes.

The hands that painted the cosmos wash feet painted with dirt and sweat.

The One before whom all angels bow gets on his knees to labor as a slave.

We become clean, he becomes filthy.

In doing this, Jesus our God gives us a humble epiphany, a revelation of who he is. He is the God who makes his glory visible in lowliness and servitude.

He is the God who gives
-his cheek to the betraying lips of Judas
-his face to the slapping hand of the high priest
-his countenance to the spit of the Sanhedrin.

He is the God who gives
-his head to the thorns
-his feet to the spikes
-his side to the spear.

He is the God who embraces rejection, shame, torture, and death, to give himself to you.

And here is why: because that’s who God is. He is the God who is love. Therefore he loves you by giving to you. For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son. What he gives you is nothing less than himself.

God gives, you receive. This is everything.

He not only washes your feet; he washes you clean, body and soul, through the holy bath in his name. He fills the baptismal font with water from his spear-pierced side and kneels there to wash off the dirt and sweat and grime of your evil.

He feeds you himself, his body, his blood. Every natural food we take into our bodies is transformed into our bodies. We don't become corn on the cob or hamburgers. But the supper of our Lord is different. This food transforms you into that which it is. You, the church, are the body of Christ. You are what you eat.

So, come and eat. Come and drink. Come to the lowly God who has joined you in your lowliness that he might exalt you in himself.

On Maundy Thursday, let us recall, with thanksgiving, how fitting it all is:

How fitting that humanity, which plunged into death by eating forbidden fruit, should receive life and immortality by a meal provided by our Savior, the Last Adam.

How fitting that sinners, their unity rent asunder by hatred and violence, should be gathered into one communion by partaking of the one loaf, baked from many scattered grains.

How fitting that we, who are hard pressed and beaten down by evil, should be comforted and uplifted by drinking from the Lord’s cup, filled with the blood of grapes that have been trampled and pressed underfoot.

How divinely and beautifully fitting, on this holy Thursday, that we have our feet lovingly washed by the very God from whom we once ran in terror and shame.

Here is our God, Jesus Christ, who comes not to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.

[Matt Smethurst @MattSmethurst]

Satan in Eden: “Take and eat.”
Jesus at Last Supper: “Take and eat.”

— @LigonDuncan 🔥

[Matt Smethurst @MattSmethurst]

“What would you say to a young Christian who is nervous about the future?”

I love @TimKellerNYC’s answer. I think about it every Easter.

[Tim Dieppe @TDieppe]

King Charles:
"Nigeria has long shown: that people of different faiths can, do, and must live alongside one another, in peace, in harmony and in shared purpose.”
Does he have no idea of the level of persecution of Christians in Nigeria? https://t.co/698EsCDAVG

[Brasov Andy @BrasovAndy]

@Protestia Give it a rest, what are you trying to prove. You are making a mountain out of an ant hill. There are far better battles to fight than this one

[Brasov Andy @BrasovAndy]

@DianaWdr

[Brasov Andy @BrasovAndy]

@DavidCeiriog @YouTube Happy St David's Day. You can have a name day party in Romania

[Brasov Andy @BrasovAndy]

@DavidHenigUK We are unconvinced that killings 1,000s of Iranian protestors by the state to put it mildly will deliver good outcomes. Athough I share your views I dont mourn the death of this evil dictator.

[Adam Langleben @adamlangleben]

A lovely curious thing about my home of Barnet. It is home to the UKs largest Jewish community as people know, less well known is that its also home to the largest Iranian diaspora population too. For all the noise, these two communities have always got on, even more so recently.

[Peter Hague @peterrhague]

"Yes, Prime Minister" anticipating the EU response to Iran 40 years ago

[Mahyar Tousi @MahyarTousi]

Long live the Iranian Christians

[Allison Pearson @AllisonPearson]

Today, let us remember Atefeh who was hanged for “crimes against chastity”.
She was 16 years old and she’d been raped.
Death to the misogynist monsters of the Islamic Republic.
Long live Iran.

[Brasov Andy @BrasovAndy]

@DavidCeiriog Jumbo !!the cheap world of lots of plastic stuff. 😅

[Proudofus.uk @ProudofusUK]

For a thousand years, the Bible existed in England. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿✝️

But only in Latin.

Ordinary people weren't allowed to read it.

The Church said only the Church could speak to God.

William Tyndale thought that was wrong.

Oxford-educated. Spoke eight languages.

He told a clergyman: I will cause the boy that drives the plough to know more scripture than you.

He asked the Bishop of London for permission to translate.

Refused.

So he left England. He never came back.

In Germany, he translated alone. In hiding. Moving city to city.

In 1526, the first copies reached England. Smuggled in bales of cloth.

The Church burned every copy it could find.

He printed more.

The Bishop of London bought copies just to burn them.

Tyndale used the money to print better editions.

He was betrayed. Arrested in Antwerp. Imprisoned in Vilvoorde Castle for eighteen months.

In October 1536, they strangled him at the stake. Then burned his body.

His last words: Lord, open the King of England's eyes.
Within three years, Henry ordered an English Bible in every church.

It was largely Tyndale's translation.

When the King James Bible was published in 1611, eighty-four percent of the New Testament was Tyndale's work.

Let there be light. The salt of the earth. The spirit is willing. A moment in time. The powers that be.

Phrases you use every day.

Written by a man they killed for writing them.

They didn't teach you his name.

He wanted a ploughboy to read.

We want a nation to remember.

Be part of us: https://t.co/rih7iKwnvf 🙏

Be Proud Of Us. 🇬🇧

[Diane Langberg, PhD @DianeLangberg]

God’s purpose is not to build up spectacular ministries or display brilliant minds or articulate tongues or pleasing, arresting personalities. God’s purpose is to make us, you and me, like His Son. It is the only outcome that brings glory to the Father.