When I was Muslim, I said, “God has no son. He doesn’t need one. To say God has a son is to insult Him.” Surah 112.
I pictured it physically, like God took a wife. The whole idea disgusted me.
And it should — because that’s not what Christians mean. They’d be disgusted by it too.
“Son of God” was never about biology.
In the Bible, “son” means same nature, same essence.
When they called Jesus the Son, they meant He shares the very being of God.
Not a created child. The eternal Word who was “with God and was God.” John 1:1.
That’s why His enemies wanted Him dead — they understood He was “making Himself equal with God.” John 5:18.
You know what messed w/ me?
I spent years offended by a claim no Christian was actually making.
I was disgusted by a God who has a baby.
They were worshiping a God who became one.
Why?
Because there’s a real cost to sin, and repentance and apologies will never be enough.
Leviticus 17:11. Blood on the altar to atone for our sins. Echoing God killing an animal in Genesis 3 to cover his children in shame.
Enter Christ, our reconciler and savior.
The story in the Bible that rattled me before I converted to Christianity from Islam:
The two thieves crucified next to Jesus. I never knew about them. Bro. They’re the whole Gospel in one scene.
Two men. Same sin. Same cross. Same dying breath. Same distance from Jesus — mere feet away on either side.
One mocks Him. One turns to Him and says, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.”
And Jesus tells the second man: “Today you will be with Me in paradise.” Luke 23:43.
That man did ZERO good works. He couldn’t. His hands were nailed down. He never prayed five times. Never fasted. Never gave to the poor. Never got baptized. He had nothing to offer but a dying glance toward Jesus.
And Jesus saved him... on the spot.
In Islam, that man was doomed. No time to balance the scale. No deeds to weigh. Game over. A horrible life with a horrible punishment ahead.
I wonder if that would be me…
Yet in the Gospel, that man was in paradise the same day — because salvation was never about his works. It was about WHO he turned to in his last moment.
Two criminals. Same cross. One simple difference: which one turned to Jesus.
That’s why the Gospel is offensive.
And Jesus asks everyone: who do you say I am?
"You Christians worship a God-man."
Yes. That's literally the Gospel. As a Muslim, I used to think that was the ultimate criticism.
Now I think it's the most beautiful truth I've ever heard. Because Christianity doesn't teach that God stayed distant.
It teaches that God came near. The One who created galaxies stepped into His own creation.
Not to show off or dominate. Not to sit on a throne demanding more from us.
But to suffer for us, to walk among us. To carry our grief, and bleed for us. To die for us. And to rise again.
What finally changed my perspective was realizing that "Son of God" never meant God had a biological child.
In the Jewish world, it meant sharing the same nature.
The claim wasn't that God had a baby. The claim was that God revealed Himself. And honestly, that's where Islam lost me.
Because I spent years believing God would never humble Himself enough to enter His creation. Then I realized that's exactly what makes Him glorious.
Not that He stayed far away. That He came close.
Close enough to touch lepers. Close enough to weep. Close enough to suffer. Close enough to die. So yes, Christians worship the God-man. Because no mere man could save us.
And a god who remains forever distant cannot show us the depth of divine love.
But Jesus did. Fully God, fully man and fully enough.
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.
When I was Muslim, I used to ask Christians:
“If Jesus was really God, why did He eat, sleep, and bleed like us?”
And honestly, I used to ask it with pride like it was some unbeatable argument.
But later I realized something:
That question was not exposing Christianity.
It was exposing my misunderstanding of what kind of God Jesus claimed to be.
Because the real question is not:
“Why would God become weak?”
The real question is:
“What kind of God would willingly step into human suffering at all?”
Islam taught me about a God who was distant and untouchable.
But Christianity introduced me to a God who stepped into hunger, exhaustion, grief, pain, betrayal, blood, and suffering with us.
And suddenly His humanity stopped feeling like weakness to me.
It became proof of love.
If Jesus ate, it means He came close enough to experience hunger beside us.
If He slept, it means He embraced the exhaustion we carry.
If He bled, it means He did not stand above suffering watching us from a distance.
He entered it Himself.
Philippians 2 says Christ emptied Himself and took on flesh.
Not because He stopped being God, but because He wanted humanity to finally see what God is actually like.
And it turns out God is willing to suffer for the people He loves.
That changed everything for me.
Because every other religion demanded sacrifice from humanity.
Jesus became the sacrifice Himself.
And no prophet in history ever claimed that.
“Islam is the fastest growing religion.”
Okay.
But growth alone does not prove truth.
Empires grew. Communism grew. Every ideology built on fear, pressure, and control spread at some point in history.
Numbers are not the same thing as revelation.
And as an ex-Muslim, I need people to understand something honestly:
A huge amount of Islam’s growth comes through birth rates, inherited identity, and cultural pressure—not open investigation and free questioning.
I was born into it. I memorized it. I defended it passionately.
Not because I had deeply examined it, but because I was terrified to question it.
In many places around the world, leaving Islam can cost you your family, your reputation, your safety, or even your life.
Truth does not need threats to survive scrutiny.
Truth does not fear questions.
That realization changed everything for me.
Because Jesus did not build His kingdom through force, political expansion, or fear-based submission.
He conquered through sacrifice, resurrection, and truth.
Muhammad built tribes.
Jesus defeated death.
And one risen King changed my life more than inherited tradition ever could.
So no, I do not care how fast Islam is growing.
I care whether it is true.
And that search is what led me to Jesus Christ.
“Jesus, peace be upon him, was just a prophet.”
I used to say that all the time.
And honestly, it sounded respectful, safe, and reverent.
But here’s what nobody told me:
Calling Jesus “just a prophet” is like calling the sun a flashlight.
Technically, you acknowledged light… but you completely missed what you were looking at.
Because in Islam, “prophet” is the highest honor you can give someone.
But with Jesus, it actually becomes a downgrade.
Prophets say, “Follow God.”
Jesus said, “I am the way.”
Prophets point toward truth.
Jesus claimed to be truth.
And the Jews around Him understood exactly what He was saying, which is why they tried to kill Him for blasphemy.
Because no prophet talks like this:
“Before Abraham was, I AM.”
“I and the Father are one.”
“Your sins are forgiven.”
That is not normal prophetic language.
That is either madness, blasphemy, or divinity.
But it is never “just a prophet.”
So when Muslims say, “We love Jesus,” I always ask:
Do you love who Jesus actually claimed to be… or just the version you were told to accept?
Because once you read the red letters honestly, without fear or filters, you realize something dangerous:
The prophets spoke for God.
Jesus spoke as God.
And that changes everything.
When I was Muslim, man, this verse used to mess me up.
Jesus on the cross saying, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”
As a Muslim, I used to think: how does God feel forsaken by God? That sounds like weakness. That sounds like a prophet in pain.
But then I dug deeper.
And I realized Jesus was not speaking randomly. He was quoting Psalm 22.
That entire Psalm, written by King David centuries before Christ, is a prophecy about the crucifixion:
“They pierce my hands and feet.”
“They divide my garments among them.”
“All who see me mock me.”
In Jewish culture, quoting the first line of a Psalm pointed people to the entire passage.
So Jesus was not crying out in confusion.
He was declaring fulfillment.
He was saying: “This is that.”
And at the same time, He was carrying the full weight of sin, shame, abandonment, and suffering for humanity.
Every moment humanity has cried out, “God, where are you?” Christ stepped into that pain Himself.
That is not weakness.
That is intentional.
That is prophecy unfolding in real time.
That is the King bleeding on purpose so humanity could be brought near to God.
That is the Gospel.
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