The Passion of the Christ wasn't just a movie it reminded millions of the greatest sacrifice ever made.✝️
Has the story of Jesus Christ changed your life?
A. Yes ❤️
B. No
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There are moments in life you can’t explain with strategy or talent, but with the God factor.
My name is Goodness Agaeze, I am a documentary photographer and this is the story behind the photo everyone has been talking about.
That Sunday started like every other service day...
People joke that hell will be ‘lit’ because all the famous people will be there. It is one of the most theologically illiterate things a human being can say, and almost nobody stops to explain why.
The joke assumes enjoyment exists independently of God. That pleasure is something humans discovered and God merely watches from a distance. That we are having fun he is not privy to. But that is completely backwards. God did not observe sex and decide to permit it. He invented it.
He did not stumble upon music. He is the source from which music flows. No human musician in their current state walks into heaven’s choir without being exposed. The least of them will put our greatest to shame. Every good thing we have ever experienced is derivative. A trickle from a reservoir we have never seen.
This is why the incarnation is such a devastating argument. God puts on flesh. He enters the world with full access to everything we spend our lives chasing. Wealth. Fame. Sex. Power. And he is conspicuously unimpressed.
Not because he came to perform suffering, he went to weddings, he ate, he wept, he loved people fiercely. But none of it could compete with what he already knew was real. A man who has eaten the actual meal is not tormented by the photograph of it.
Then he meets a rich man, a man who had maximized human enjoyment by every available metric, and he says: sell everything and come. Nobody says that unless they know exactly what is on the other side. That is not the language of sacrifice. That is the language of an outrageously favorable trade.
As for hell, the joke gets it completely wrong. Hell is not a party for rebels. Hell is what happens when a being built to find its fullness in God is permanently severed from the source of every good thing they ever enjoyed.
The music does not continue without him. The laughter does not continue without him. The connection does not continue without him. Because all of those were on loan from the one they are now cut off from. It is not pleasure without God. It is the final and total collapse of everything that ever made pleasure possible.
You are not enjoying something God is missing out on. You are enjoying God already, dimly, through everything he made. Heaven is not a different category of experience. It is the same thing with the glass finally removed.
My God entered time, stepped into creation, and took on humanity.
He was tempted in every way, yet without sin. He felt what I feel. When I cry out in pain, He does not stand distant. He says, “I know. I have been there.”
He sees me. He understands my tears. He comforts me. He is not distant or untouchable.
This is why He is my advocate, my defender, my eternal High Priest, my Lord and my Saviour.
He came exactly as He promised. Through the prophet, it was written, “A virgin shall conceive and bear a Son, and His name shall be Immanuel” which means, God with us.
He is compassionate. He entered our condition, even tasting poverty, so that I might become rich in His righteousness.
He tasted death for my redemption. Yet death could not hold Him. He rose in victory, so I have the assurance of resurrection. Because He lives, I will live also.
He did not lose to death. He conquered it.
Now to your claim.
You say, “If your god can die, then he is not God.”
But you misunderstand the gospel.
God did not cease to be God. The Son took on human nature and, in that humanity, truly experienced death. Not as defeat, but as victory.
If your god has never entered human suffering, then he cannot truly relate to it.
If he has never faced death, then he has never conquered it.
The power of the gospel is this:
God did not remain distant. He stepped in.
He did not avoid the battle. He won it.
He did not escape death. He defeated it.
That is why He is not only God above me, but God with me, God for me, and God who has secured my eternal life.
In your framework, a person stands before God hoping their good outweighs their bad. There is no full assurance, only the expectation of judgment.
In Christ, I do not stand on the scale of my works. I stand on a finished work. My confidence is not in what I have done for God, but in what God has done for me in Christ. He has already borne my judgment. He has already secured my righteousness.
So I do not face eternity with uncertainty. I face it with assurance.
Not because I am good enough, but because He is.
And that is not a dangerous hope. That is a secured salvation.
Met someone like this recently and it left me genuinely unsettled. Her parents are Muslims but her grandma was a Christian who raised her mom as one. Her mom later converted to Islam.
She doesn’t firmly identify with either religion right now cos her mom told her to wait and see who she marries and basically align with him. She is perfectly willing to marry either a Christian or a Muslim.
The first thing that crossed my mind was, you genuinely do not understand what either religion is actually claiming. Cos if you did, how could you delegate the destiny of your own soul to a marriage prospect?
This is also why I no longer do the kumbaya “we all worship the same God” performance. I have Muslim friends and colleagues. I can sit with you, eat with you, genuinely enjoy your company, and still tell you plainly that I do not believe in the substance of what you are doing, that I think it is completely baseless and remarkably flawed.
I have always maintained that friendship and sharp disagreement are not mutually exclusive. Sports, religion, I will tell you directly. The exceptions for me are human rights and politics. Not this.
Christianity makes a claim that cannot be softened, Jesus is God. Not a prophet. Not a moral teacher. God. And He is the only path to salvation and eternal life. If that claim is true, Islam is not an alternative road to the same destination. It is a fabrication from the pit of hell.
Paul did not mince words; “even if an angel brings another gospel, let them be accursed.” Under Christianity, Islam is accursed. The being that appeared to Mohammed was not Gabriel. It was a demon, which is precisely what Mohammed himself believed in that cave before Khadijah talked him out of it.
You cannot sit with that honestly and remain passive. It is not an option.
Floating between the two is a serious sign of existential unseriousness. I will respect the committed Muslim far more than the one swimming with the tides, cos at least the committed Muslim has grasped that the stakes are real.
And tbh there is a weight to this. Accepting Jesus as Lord can mean confronting what that implies about your late Muslim grandmother or cousin, or best friend. That is not a small thing. But that weight is not an excuse to commit to nothing. You never find peace with that. You just find a softer way to dodge the question. Lukewarm is not neutral, far from it. It is a answer in and of itself. And frankly imo it is the worst one.
A Christian can say, “Christianity is perfect, Christians aren’t,” and rest easy, cos the standard of the faith is Christ Himself; who, notably, is also regarded as sinless even within Islamic theology.
In that sense, the entire claim of Christianity stands or falls on a person whose moral perfection is central to the story. God anchored the faith in Christ rather than in some abstract or imagined ideal.
On what comparable basis can a Muslim say Islam is perfect? The model of the faith is Muhammad, whose life includes actions that are morally troubling; marrying a 6 year old, marrying his adopted son’s former wife (who was also his cousin), participating in violent campaigns, and taking captives as concubines. If the perfection of a religion is tied to the life of its exemplar, that contrast raises serious questions about the standard being held up.
So perhaps someone will say the perfection of Islam lies not in the life of its founder but in the ideal itself; submission to the one God.
But what exactly is perfect about that ideal? The claim, at its core, is that God is one, He is great, and therefore human beings must submit. But submission by itself carries no intrinsic moral beauty; power can demand submission whether it is righteous or not.
By contrast, the Christian ideal is not merely that God is one and must be obeyed, but that God loved the world and acted within history to redeem it.
The center of Christianity is not a command to submit but a story of self-giving love: the Father sending His sinless Son to bear the weight of human sin so that those who were estranged might be reconciled and even adopted as sons and daughters.
In that vision, the highest reality is not simply divine power but divine love, and obedience flows from gratitude rather than mere obligation. This is what perfect theology looks like. 👍🏾