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?
Ge'ez of the day:
ሐዋር��ቲሁ ከበበ እግረ አርዳኢሁ ሐጸበ
hawaryateehu kebebe
igre ardaeehu hatsebe
the apostles encircled him;
he washed the feet of the disciples
ጸሎተ ሐሙስ the prayer of thursday
#Ethiopia owes no witness
no stamp, no seal, no borrowed tongue
her story was never written in ink alone.
It breathes in stone,
Her mountains that have watched empires rise,& fade
If you ask for proof,
she will not answer with argument Ezana https://t.co/iZXxatf1xv century
Actually, when Ethiopian Ḥabäshas were building Christian edifices like this never replicated rock-hewn wonder in antiquity, your ancestors might have been offering incense (if you even had that) to unclean spirits. Would be wise to sit this one out.