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Another wrong reason to reject Christianity.

I wrote a post about one wrong reason to reject Christianity. You can read about it here. I’m going to make a similar argument here but put a slightly different spin to it.

This post was prompted by a story I heard. A couple went to see a preacher who called himself a ‘prophet’ of God. At the service, he called them out to prophesy over them.

To prophesy is to foretell or predict future events.

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The ‘prophet’ told them that the wife is going to be barren. They would be unable to have children because of this condition. There was however a way out of the dire situation. If they gave a certain amount of money to his ministry in a particular time frame, God would lift the curse, and her womb would become fruitful again.

Here is the definition of Fraud:

Deceit; deception; trick; a strategy intended to obtain some undue advantage; an attempt to gain or the obtaining of an advantage over another by imposition or immoral means, particularly deception in contracts, or bargain and sale, either by stating falsehoods, or suppressing truth.

This preacher was a false prophet, a fraudster. Why do I say that?

  1. He attempted to gain financially.
  2. Prophesy is meant to encourage individuals not fill them with dread. If it was true that this woman would be barren for a time, then he should have said something like, “I see you are having trouble conceiving a child. God has shown me that it is only for a season. I would like to pray asking for peace and patience while you wait upon the Lord.”
  3. He misrepresented God. God doesn’t need your money to achieve his plans. It’s His anyway and if He wants a particular organization or church or charity or family to have more money for some reason, He wouldn’t have His representative lie, or scare someone into giving it up.
  4. Nothing he said lines up with scripture. If you want something from God just ask. You may not get it but I guarantee you won’t have to pay someone off for it.
So What?

So, should charlatans like this preacher cause someone to reject Christianity. Is the fact that Christian leaders are caught in adultery, pedophilia, tax fraud, theft, and the like, a good reason to rebuff the faith?

Of course not!

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Judging Christianity by the actions of flawed people is ridiculous. What you have to do is get to know Jesus. 

Christians do have the responsibility to represent Jesus well. We are His ambassadors on earth. But will we screw up now and then? Absolutely!

But not Jesus. The founder of our faith was and is perfect in every way. And everything He did, He did out of love. His ‘motive’ is pure and right.  Look at Him and judge Him and make your call on Christianity on that.

I dare you!

Nomsa’s Journey – The First Step

Nomsa wished that closing her eyes would also render her deaf as she longed to silence the sobs and sniffles of her loved ones.

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“The bed is surrounded by my family,” she said. “I’m going to die.”

Her Spirit responded. “I’m willing to keep on fighting. Why are you ready to give up?”

“I’ve been fighting this cancer for 11 years now. I can’t take it anymore.”

“We’ve only been together for 15 years. You’ve got another 80 years to live. I’m not ready to leave. We’re in this fight together.”

Nomsa closes her eyes, her breathing shallow. “Do you really think we can make it to 95 years.”

“I don’t know but I’m willing to try.” Her voice cracks.

“Are you crying?” Nomsa asked.

“We don’t cry. We empathise.”

Nomsa smiles. “Thank you. You’re a great friend.”

“Friend? You can’t live without me.”

“I think you have that backwards.”

“You’re the one that’s going to…”

“Die?”

Nomsa struggles to breathe. Her Mom strokes her hair which is comforting. Now she welcomes the weeping because it means she’s still alive.

“What happens to you when I die?”

“I go on a journey,” Spirit answers.

“Where?”

“My creator.”

“You mean Jesus?”

“That’s what you call him. We don’t have a name for him. Nothing fits.”

“How long is the journey?” Nomsa inquired.

“I don’t know. I’ve never taken it before.”

“Will you be given another body?”

“No way. I was created for you and you alone. You’re not going to get rid of me that easy.”

A tear escapes and tracks down Nomsa’s temple before Mom wiped it away.

“I’m scared,” she announces.

“What are you afraid of?”

“I’m not what’s going to happen when I die. I don’t know what it’s like to be buried. I don’t know how long I’ll be there. I don’t know much about the afterlife.”

“You know how a caterpillar builds a cocoon, lives there for a while, and when the time is right it springs forth as a butterfly, beautiful and free.

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Nomsa stops breathing. “I love butterflies.”

“Do you think it cares about the cocoon it just exited?”

“But in your illustration I’m the cocoon.”

“No, you’re the butterfly.”

“I thought you were the butterfly.”

“No, I’m you.”

Nomsa leaves her body as her family lament over her cocoon, and start the grieving process.

“You mean I’ve been conversing with myself.”

“Yes, and clearly you want to keep that going.”

Nomsa looked down at her parents and smiled. If they knew the freedom she felt now, free from sickness, disease and pain, they would rejoice with her.

She blew them a kiss. “Thank you for everything.”  To her Spirit she commanded, “Next journey. Let’s go.”

“It’s your journey,” she said. “Lead the way.”