Permit me to tell you a little of my paternal grandfather:
Born and raised in the Rhondda Valley, South Wales, he was taken out of school at the age of ten, and set to work in the coal-mines (unlawful by that time, but who cared?).
Using the local Miners’ Institute – centres of learning at that time (and being a book-worm) – he learned (among many other things) both Hebrew and Greek. His second great passion – Faith and Family together being his first – was music. Able to play both violin and piano – and to transpose written music into tonic-solfa for those who could not read a score – he was appointed Musical Director of the Glanselsig Amateur Operatic Society. His favourite work was Handel’s Messiah. I can see him now, dressed in his black evening suit, white shirt, black dickie-bow, conducting a full chorus and orchestra, with his white baton; with every word, every note engraved in his heart. I have his baton, but none of his talent!
In the 1920’s, a number of Italian families moved into Glamorgan and set up shops and cafes. One of these families (the Bassini’s) settled in Tynewydd (my home town).
When Italy declared war, and joined with Germany, the UK government issued an internment order against those it deemed to be ‘enemy civilians’. This included the Bassini’s. The husband (I knew him as Jack) was taken away, but his wife and children were allowed to remain in their home (they had a café and a fish and chip shop, located side-by-side).
One day, my grandfather was returning from work, only to discover a mob hurling abuse (and stones) at the Bassini’s and their home; at people they had once called friends. My grandfather stood before the mob, and told them to stop, and to leave. This they did.
Many years later the family’s eldest daughter (Maria) was accepted as a Carmelite nun; and my grandfather and grandmother were invited to attend the ceremony. A great honour.
My grandfather was an Elder at Blaencwm Chapel (Welsh Baptist). The Elders employed the Minister.
When I was a teenager, one Minister visited my grandfather’s house, and was treated like royalty. My grandfather called him ‘Sir’. Later, I asked my grandfather why he had called this man ‘Sir’ after all, he was the Minister’s boss!
My grandfather smiled, and said: ‘I’m just an Elder. The Minister speaks the Word!’
When my grandfather died, several hundred men – of all ages – attended his funeral (women did not do so in those days). They filled the cemetery chapel, and many were weeping openly.
My grandfather was able to calm an angry mob – and move the hearts of many – not because of any legal authority (he had none), but because of his character; because of the person he was. He lived his Faith as it was meant to be lived. A Christian would say that he reflected the love of Jesus; and that it was this that made him a shining beacon to others. I would say that he reflected the love of God. He led by example rather than by argument.
He is, by far, the finest man I ever knew.
My grandfather and his only son were both coal miners in western Pennsylvania back when men used picks and shovels to dig out the coal by hand and the only safety gear they used was a helmet with a candle lamp. My uncle Bucky lived into his sixties but eventually died of black lung disease. My grandfather, my dzedo as we called this old Slovak immigrant, lived to the age of 92 and was a devout Catholic, but from humble origins and with no more than a sixth grade education at best. Yet, he was an amazing man to me. He would sit smoking his pipe in the shade of an old tree by his house and I saw sparrows sometimes hopping about on his shoulder (he kept some bird seed in his pocket and as a child he'd caught and ate birds for a meal while tending the flocks in Stada Lubovna, Slovakia.)
He and my grandmother, baba, raised their son and a household of daughters on his wages as a miner and the produce of his garden, the chickens and bees that he kept, yet he didn't withhold his means from his neighbors in want, nor from his church.
None of these things of themselves are guarantors of his eternal salvation and though I only knew him as an old man, I knew that he was still guilty of sin. He wasn't a perfect man, only one such man was ever born, Yahshua of Nazareth.
Scripture teaches us that God alone is good and that all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God, but with one exception, God Himself in the person of His Son.
My English translation of the Koran informs me that the prophet of Allah took exception to this, believing that this involved some kind of carnality. He was mistaken, neither knowing the scriptures, nor understanding the power of God who spoke all things into creation through His Son.
The Bible teaches that Jesus was God before He was born into a tabernacle (tent) of flesh and that the man, Jesus, was born of a virgin and not of the seed of man.
While within the churches of Christianity there remains disputes over the gospel, the dispensation of God's grace, the return of Christ, and the coming of God's kingdom upon the Earth, scripture speaks plainly to all these things and recieving them is an act of faith.
Scripture says plainly that without holiness no one will see God, but it also says that man is incapable of such holiness for God will not share His glory with men. Yet scripture also teaches that men can receive the Holy Spirit of God through faith in His Son and it is God's presence that makes anything holy, even the ground where He appears.
All this is to say that the works of men, whether good or evil, can not restore them to a state of innocence before God.
The cross of Jesus represents the sacrifice of truly innocent blood in payment for sin, not for Jesus who was without sin, but for humanity. This doesn't cleanse humanity of all sin, but allows God to forgive us and indwell us based upon the sacrifice of His Son and not upon our deeds.
Jesus called this being born again of the Spirit of God. He didn't mean a physical birth, but a spiritual one, a new creation with new life in His Spirit. When you receive Him, His Spirit teaches your spirit how to live righteously according to His standard rather than your own.
I do not comprehend the concept of crusade, holy war, or jihad. Such things were never approved by Jesus and the one time that he told His disciples to pick up a sword was just prior to His arrest so that the scripture would be fulfilled that He would be counted with the transgressors.
His apostle Simon, whom He renamed Cephas (or Peter) was the one who obtained a sword and used it to lop off a soldiers ear at Jesus' arrest, and Jesus Himself restrained Peter by commandment and restored the soldier's ear.
Our Lord's professed purpose was to bring a sword upon the Earth and to reveal His Father in His own person, to deliver the words of God that would either justify or condemn men according to their acceptance or rejection of them and Him.
Christians do not believe that Allah is God, though the Hebrews before Christ believed that Yah havah was much like the Allah of the Koran. I'm convinced that Mohammed believed as much, but I can only see the prophet of Islam as a thief, a liar, and a murderer for his rejection of the Son of God because such rejection of the Son of God is defined by scripture as antichrist, the work of Satan.
Men did not create the division between Christianity and Islam. God did that prophetically through His word delivered to the saints. This doesn't justify war, but it was Mohammed that brought war against the "infidels" and it was Turks and Moors that brought war to Europe, wars that are still being fought.
Do you wonder why young Christian Arabs and Persians yield their necks to the cruel blades of radical Islam rather than taking up weapons against it? They did not love their lives to the death, but clung to Jesus our God. These all will receive a martyr's crown from God for their faithfulness and they didn't have to murder a single soul.
I don't doubt your story at all, but there is only one name under heaven through which men may be saved as declared by scripture and that is the name of our Lord and the Savior of our souls from eternal damnation, Jesus (Yahshua) the Christ (anointed or holy one.)