When I was Muslim, I never asked who built the golden calf. I just knew it was a sin in the desert.
Then I read both accounts and one detail stopped me cold.
In the Bible, the man who builds the golden calf is AARON. Moses’ own brother. The first high priest. Exodus 32:4.
He gathers the gold, melts it, shapes the idol. And when Moses confronts him, he gives the weakest excuse in scripture: “I threw the gold in the fire and out came this calf.” As if it made itself.
Bro. The Bible just put the worst sin in the camp in the hands of the holiest man in the camp.
You would NEVER write that if you were protecting your prophets.
Now read the Quran. Surah 20. Aaron is cleared. Innocent. He tried to stop it. The blame goes to a mystery man called “al-Samiri.” The Samaritan. Surah 20:85.
You know what shook me? The Bible incriminates its own high priest.
The Quran writes him an alibi and invents a villain.
One reads like an honest record. The other like damage control.
And there’s a second problem with that villain. “The Samaritan.” But Samaritans didn’t exist in Moses’ time.
The city of Samaria wasn’t founded until about 500 years later, under King Omri. 1 Kings 16:24.
It’s like putting a Texan at the Last Supper.
Now, some Muslim scholars push back — they say “Samiri” means something else. I’ll be fair, that argument exists. But their own classical commentators read it as “the Samaritan” for centuries.
The defense only works by re-translating away from how the tradition always understood it.
I used to say the Bible was corrupted. But the Bible is honest enough to say the high priest built the idol.
Only a book honest about how bad we are could point me to a Savior real enough to fix it.
The Bible never flattered Aaron. It didn’t flatter me either. It just told me the truth, and handed me Jesus.
There are many excellent people in the world, but few are working for Jesus. The harvest is great, but the laborers are few.
I don't know why Christians don't work for Jesus. Maybe the reward is not immediately apparent. Perhaps we are addicted to the work we already do. But what could you possibly achieve in 90 years that would measure up to the weight of your inheritance in the New Earth?
God is calling the best of the best to work for Him in their industries. To use the gifts He gave them for Him and for humanity. To awaken the gifts of the Spirit and do wonders where they stand.
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I was in my final year at UNILAG when I fell badly for a brother in fellowship.
We prayed together, fasted together, but slowly the lines blurred.
Late-night calls turned into touches, and before I knew it, we had crossed boundaries I swore I never would.
The guilt was eating me alive.
My friends kept saying “As long as you marry, it’s fine,” but I couldn’t even lift my hands in worship anymore.
One rainy evening in my hostel, I knelt beside my bed and cried like a baby. “Lord, I’m sorry.
Make me clean again.” I ended things the next day even though my heart was breaking.
The loneliness was painful, especially seeing them move on quickly.
But God… Six months later during NYSC in Abuja, I met a man who loved God more than he desired me.
Our courtship was pure and peaceful.
We got married last year and the joy of walking down the aisle with no shame is something I’ll never forget.
Your past doesn’t disqualify you.
True repentance always opens the door for beautiful restoration.