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An orphan and a miracle I hear a voice calling my name: "Mojza!" His word pierces through my being as if to revive a corpse. He is calling me out of darkness, to come into the light. Surely, I have been in the throes of slu…
We learned from the previous discussion that Christianity believes in one God, who is in a Trinity. God's person, His Word, and His Spirit. This Trinity has other names; the Father (God's person), the Son (Word of God), and…
The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? When evildoers assail me to eat up my flesh, my adversaries and foes, it is they who stumble and fal…

Arab World Ministries

Arab World Media uses strategic digital media to present the truth of the gospel and engage Muslims who are seeking, open and ready. In addition, we support believers in the Arab world through online discipleship and by connecting them with other believers near to them. External Link: www.awm.org A Christian Mission to the Arab World.
Only One Way To God

Only One Way To God

What is religion? This question has puzzled theologians throughout human history. But how did religion start in the first place? Why did it start? In order to understand some of these issues, let us have a look at the etymology of the word “religion” itself, and see that when and where this word was used for the very first time in the human history.

The word religion was used for the very first time in the Latin language. The actual word used in Latin was “religio”, which changed into religion when came into English. The roots of the Arabic word “Mazhab” or “Deen” can also be traced back to “religio”. In the Latin language, the word “religio” had three basic meanings; which are Faith, Trust & Belief.

If you further analyse these three words, faith, trust and belief; then you realize that there are actually three different characteristics

Raymond's Testimony (Catholic)

A Doctor Meets the Great Physician My head ached and felt heavy on my shoulders as I struggled to wake up and to focus. I wondered how I had ever gotten home alive from the drunken revelry of the night before. During the day, I worked on my residency at Universite Saint Joseph, one of the finest medical colleges in Beirut, Lebanon. Each night I drank and caroused with women. Born in the Republic of Lebanon, I attended church-affiliated schools. I excelled academically, but if grades had been given for morality, I would have flunked. I was often transfixed with terror at the thought of dying because my religious education had given me no…

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