A powerful letter translated by an Egyptian Christian from the People of the Cross to ISIS delivers a powerful, truthful message to everyone who misunderstands and does not know Yahushua Mashiach/ Christ or what real Christianity is.
In Western cultures, many wear a silver or gold cross charm as part of a jewelry trend. But for persecuted Christians and genuine believers, a cross is no different than an electric chair, rope or guillotine charm.
The cross was the most brutal and humiliating first-century, state-sponsored act of terrorism. Wearing a cross, pointing to it, and celebrating it defies logic—unless it means that death was overcome. Hope exists. Death is not final.
Unlike Muslims who kill because of alleged insults to their prophet Muhammad, Christians celebrate Yahushua Mashiach/ Christ’s indescribable humiliation, persecution, beating, and death—because he overcame it, and for eternity.
People of the cross don’t riot, burn, loot or kill after learning that Bibles and churches are burned and Christians are murdered. They sing even in jail. The blood of the martyrs, as Turtulian remarked millennia ago, is still the seed of church.
The church does not die even in death—its witness contagiously knows no bounds proclaiming what Christ Crucified actually means.
A Letter from the people of the cross to ISIS
The world is talking about you.
Your apocalyptic dreams and spectacular sins
Are now awakening the Middle East.
In your holy war, come to holy ground.
Come, children of Abraham, come.
The people of the cross gather at your gates with a message:
Love is coming after you!
Like a rush of wind grazing over the Pacific,
From hills of the Mount of Olives to the desert winds of Jordan,
From the cedars of Lebanon to the silk roads of the East,
An army comes. With no tanks or soldiers,
But an army of martyrs faithful unto death,
Carrying a message of life.
The people of the cross
Come to die at your gates.
If you won’t hear our message with words,
Then we will show you with our lives Laid down.
For every throat you slit and every woman you rape,
For every man you burn and every child you turn to dust,
There is blood on your hands, brother.
But come, brothers, come!
Come with your bloodstained hands,
Come with your eyes full of murder for the people of the cross,
Come lay your guns and your knives at the foot of the cross,
A love that is overdue and overwhelming,
Breathes through your cities.
Though your sins are like scarlet,
They can be washed white as snow,
Though you call yourselves servants,
He will make you into sons,
Where can you run from His love?
Even the darkness cannot hide you!
Come, brothers, come
There is the sound of a rushing rain,
To remove your sins and bind your wounds,
You die for your god but our God died for us,
The King of kings comes to be the sacrificial lamb,
Slain on the altar where we should have been,
Yahushua Mashiach/ Christ, Isa Al Masih,
Walks through the Middle East.
There is forgiveness tonight, oh brother!
There is healing for your sins, oh brother!
We are no different.
Apart from Christ, we are no better than the worst jihadi,
Christ has been crucified once and for all.
To make sinners like you and me into brothers.