Monday, February 2, 2026

每个重生的基督徒男人都在同时打三场战争。

 Every born-again Christian man is fighting three wars at the same time.


基督徒男性面临的三大争战 • 第三场会让你震惊。


你必须在神的灵里重生。


弟兄,


每个重生的基督徒男性都在同时进行三场争战。大多数人没有意识到这一点。他们以为自己只是在与情欲、怀疑或自律作斗争。


但事实是,你并非在打一场仗,而是在同时打三场仗。


如果你不知道自己此刻身处哪场争战之中,你将会输掉所有三场。


以下是每个重生的基督徒男性都要面对的三场争战,以及赢得每场争战的圣经策略。


大多数人输掉这些争战是因为他们使用了错误的武器。


¹ 他们用身体的自律来打一场精神上的争战。


² 他们用人的意志力来打一场属灵的争战。


³ 他们只靠祷告来打一场身体上的争战。


 但圣经的教导很明确:不同的战斗需要不同的武器。


以弗所书第六章不仅说要穿戴盔甲,还具体告诉你哪件盔甲可以抵御哪种攻击。


头盔保护你的心智。


剑攻击敌人。


盾牌阻挡谎言。


所以,如果你想得胜,就必须知道自己身处哪场战斗,以及该使用哪种武器。


弟兄,让我们来分析一下。


每个重生的基督徒男人面临的第一场战斗就是与自己的思想作斗争。


这是思想的战争。那些在你脑海中闪过的画面。那些不断重复的幻想。那些告诉你“你不够好”、“你永远不会改变”、“你还不如放弃”的谎言。


这场战斗可能发生在淋浴时,可能发生在办公桌前,也可能发生在晚上11点你还在刷手机的时候。


这是一场与侵入性思想、淫念和精神漩涡的战争,它们会把你从神身边拉开,让你陷入羞耻之中。


而大多数男人没有意识到的是,你无法阻止这些想法的出现,但你可以阻止它们停留。


这场精神上的战斗之所以感觉不可能,是因为你认为有了不好的想法就意味着你已经犯了罪。


但耶稣并没有这样说。在马太福音4章中,魔鬼用三种试探来攻击耶稣。 这些不仅仅是外在的诱惑,更是潜移默化的思想,是植入耶稣脑海的念头。


“如果你真是神的儿子,就证明给我看。把这些石头变成面包。从圣殿跳下去。敬拜我,我就把一切都给你。”


耶稣听到这些念头并没有犯罪。只有当他认同这些念头时,他才犯了罪。


试探本身不是罪。但如果他付诸行动,那就是罪了。


所以,当一个淫念进入你的脑海时,那不是罪。那是仇敌的攻击。


当你邀请这个念头停留时,罪就发生了。当你沉溺于它、反复回想它、喂养它时,罪就发生了。


战场不在于这个念头是否出现,而在于你在接下来的五秒钟内做了什么。


那么,你该如何战胜它呢?


三种武器。


首先,要将每一个念头都夺回。哥林多后书 10:5 说:“我们将所有的心意夺回,使它顺服基督。” 这意味着,一旦有淫念、羞耻的念头或谎言的念头进入你的脑海,你就要抓住它。不要让它游荡,不要让它钻空子,而是要抓住它。


实际上,这意味着你要打断这个念头,必要时可以大声说出来。“不,这不是真的。我拒绝它!”


不要与它辩论,不要与它讨价还价。


你要抓住它,然后把它扔掉。奉耶稣基督的名。阿们。


其次,用真理取代谎言。


 腓立比书 4:8 说:“凡是真实的、可敬的、公义的,这些事你们都要思念。”


你不能只是消除坏念头,而是要用正确的念头取而代之。


所以,当一个念头说你永远无法获得自由时,你要立刻反驳说:“我在基督里是新造的人,旧事已过。”


当一个念头说你失败太多次时,你要反驳说:“神的怜悯每天早晨都是新的。我的过去并不能定义我。” 


第三,每日更新你的思想。


罗马书 12:2 说:“要心意更新而变化。”


你并非一劳永逸地赢得这场精神之战,而是每天都要赢得它。


这意味着背诵经文,每日领受真理,在谎言出现之前就用神的话语压制你的思想。


你思想的争夺战在念头出现的最初五秒钟内就已结束。


抓住它,取代它,每日更新。


这就是守护你思想的方法。


2. 每个重生的基督徒男人都要面对的第二场争战是与肉体争战。


这是一场与欲望、肉体冲动、肉体渴求、被触动时胸口的紧张感、以及明知不该做之事却依然无法抗拒的战争。


这场争战在你意识到之前就已经发生在你的身体里了。


当你看到不该看到的东西时,肾上腺素会飙升;当你夜深人静独自一人时,会感到焦躁不安;你会感到肉体的欲望战胜了你的意志力。


大多数人之所以输掉这场争战,是因为他们认为欲望本身就是罪。但欲望本身并非罪。


你如何对待欲望,决定了你是否犯罪。


使徒保罗在罗马书7章中谈到了这一点。他说:“我所做的,我自己不明白;我所愿意的,我并不做;我所恨恶的,我倒去做。”


他描述的是灵与肉之间的争战。 在你知道的正确与你身体的渴望之间。


你的身体是上帝创造的,它能让你感受到欲望。


性欲并非邪恶,它是上帝创造你的一部分。


问题在于,我们生活在一个堕落的世界,这种欲望被劫持、扭曲,并被引向上帝从未设想过的方向。


因此,争战的重点不是消除欲望,而是管理它,引导它走向上帝所期望的方向,掌控你的身体,而不是被它掌控。


哥林多前书 9:27 说:“我是攻克己身,叫身服我,免得我传福音给别人,自己反被弃绝了。”


使徒保罗并非在谈论自我厌恶,而是在谈论自制,训练你的身体顺服你的灵。


那么,如何才能战胜它呢?三种武器。


首先,克制肉体的欲望。 加拉太书 5:16 说:“你们当顺着圣灵而行,就不放纵肉体的情欲了。”


你不能一边纵容肉体,一边指望它保持软弱。你看到的每一个淫秽画面,你做出的每一个妥协,你越过的每一个界限,都是在助长你想要消灭的东西。


克制肉体意味着切断与这些事物的联系,删除应用程序,安装过滤器,改变你的日常作息,避开触发因素。


你不能与肉体讨价还价,你必须让它挨饿。


第二,约束你的身体。


哥林多前书 6:19-20 说:“你们的身子就是圣灵的殿,所以要在你们的身子上荣耀神。”


这意味着要约束身体,锻炼身体,保证睡眠,健康饮食,照顾好自己的身体,不让它控制你。


当你身体的某个方面得到约束时,其他方面也更容易约束自己。


能够早起锻炼的人,也能抵制住午夜点击链接的冲动。


身体上的约束能培养属灵上的约束。


第三,将你的欲望转向神。不要只是压抑欲望,而是要引导它。


当你感到那种拉扯、那种渴望、那种躁动不安时,把它转化为敬拜,转化为祷告,转化为对神的渴慕。阅读圣经,分享启示,为他人祷告。


大卫就是这样做的。 当他被欲望淹没时,他在诗篇42篇中写道:“我的心切慕你,如鹿切慕溪水。”他将肉体的渴望转化为属灵的渴求。


战胜肉体的争战需要通过克制、自律和重新引导来赢得胜利。


掌控你的身体,否则你的身体将掌控你。


每个重生的基督徒男人所面临的第三场争战是属灵的争战。


这是一场信心的战争。


跌倒后悄然滋生的怀疑。


羞耻感告诉你,上帝已经放弃了你。


谎言告诉你,你已经无可救药,破碎不堪,污秽不堪,上帝无法使用你。


这场争战发生在安静的时刻。


当你坐在教堂里,感觉自己像个伪君子。


当你祷告,却感觉上帝没有回应。  


当你怀疑自己是否真的得救时。


这是最危险的争战,因为它不仅攻击你的行为,更攻击你的身份认同、你与神的关系以及你得救的确据。


仇敌不仅想让你犯罪,更想让你相信神因为你的罪而放弃了你。这才是真正的攻击。


启示录12:10称魔鬼为控告我们弟兄的,昼夜在我们神面前控告他们。


他不仅引诱你跌倒,还在你跌倒后控告你。他低语道:神现在无法使用你了。你已经失败太多次了。 你并非真正属于他。”如果他能让你相信这个谎言,他就无需再试探你了,因为你会自取灭亡。


你会远离上帝。你会停止抗争。但真相是:


你的信仰并非基于你的行为,而是基于基督已完成的救赎。


罗马书 8:1 说:“如今,那些在基督耶稣里的人,就不定罪了。”


不是说只要你停止犯罪就不定罪。而是说,不再定罪。就这么简单。


你属灵的争战,就是在羞耻感让你相信真相时,依然要相信这个真理的争战。


那么,你该如何得胜呢?


三种武器。

首先,要坚守你在基督里的身份。当羞耻感袭来时,不要为自己辩解,而是要指向耶稣。“我在基督里。我的身份稳固。我的救恩已经完成。我的罪已被赦免。”


这并非因为我配得,而是因为耶稣基督已经为我付清了赎价。


歌罗西书3:3说:“你们的生命与基督一同藏在神里面。”


这意味着当神看你时,父神看到的是基督的义,而不是你的罪。


这并非犯罪的借口,而是悔改的根基。


其次,要尽快悔改。


不要让羞耻感使你远离神。要奔向祂,而不是远离祂。


约翰一书1:9说:“我们若认自己的罪,神是信实的,是公义的,必要赦免我们的罪。”


立刻认罪。不要等到你觉得自己准备好了才来。


不要试图先洗净自己。坦然无惧地来到祂面前。 


你等待的时间越长,谎言就越根深蒂固。


迅速悔改。迅速重新站起来。不要让羞耻得逞。


第三,顺着圣灵而行。


加拉太书 5:25 说:“我们若是靠圣灵得生,就当靠圣灵行事。”


这意味着每天降服,每天依靠,每天祈求神充满你、引导你、赐你力量。


你无法靠自己的力量打赢这场属灵的争战。


你需要圣灵,而祂已经住在你里面。


祈求祂带领你,并跟随祂。


赢得这场属灵争战的关键在于坚守你的身份,迅速悔改,并顺着圣灵而行。


不要让羞耻使你与那位唯一能拯救你的神隔绝。


所以,这就是大多数重生的基督徒从未意识到的真理:你不是这些争战的受害者。


你是其中的战士。 


心智、身体、灵性。


这些并非你正在输掉的战斗。


而是你正在学习如何赢得的战斗。


每当你控制住一个念头,约束你的身体,或摒弃羞耻感,奔向神,你不仅是在生存,更是在得胜。


以弗所书 6:10 说:“你们要靠着主,倚赖他的大能大力作刚强的人;不是靠自己的力量,乃是靠他的力量。”


你并非孤军奋战。你是在与那位已经得胜的神并肩作战。


所以,不要再把自己看作那个不断失败的人。你是那个不断重新站起来的人。这才是勇士的所作所为。勇士的胜利并非源于从未跌倒,而是源于永不屈服。


你现在正身处三场战斗之中:心智、身体、灵性。


你拥有三件武器:神的话语、圣灵,以及你在基督里的身份。


善用它们。 


战斗。


胜利。


如果你不再把自己视为受害者,并准备好像神呼召你成为的那种人一样战斗,请在评论区留下“战士”二字。


信靠主耶稣基督,与他同在,战斗并得胜。


你不是在为自由而战,你是在为摆脱自由而战。


现在,活出这样的生命。


 3 Battles Every Christian Man Faces • The 3rd Will Shock You.

You Must Be Born Again in the Spirit of God. 

Brother, 

Every born-again Christian man is fighting three wars at the same time. Most do not realize it. They think they are just struggling with lust or doubt or discipline. 

But the truth is, you are not fighting one battle. You are fighting three battles, simultaneously. 

And if you do not know which battle you are in at any given moment, you will lose all three. 

Here are the three battles every born-again Christian man faces and the biblical strategy to win each one. 

Most men lose these battles because they are using the wrong weapons. 

¹ They are fighting a mental battle with physical discipline. 

² They are fighting a spiritual battle with human willpower. 

³ They are fighting a physical battle with prayer alone. 

   But scripture is clear. Different battles require different weapons. 

Ephesians  chapter 6 does not just say put on armour. It tells you exactly which piece of armour fights which attack. 

The helmet guards your mind. 

The sword strikes the enemy. 

The shield blocks the lies. 

So if you want to win, you need to know which battle you are in and which weapon to use.


Brother, Let us break it down. 

The first battle every born again Christian man faces is the battle for his mind. 

This is the war thoughts. The images that flash through your head. The fantasies that replay on loop. The lies that tell you, "you are not good enough." "You will never change." "You might as well give in." 

This battle may happens in the shower, at your desk, while scrolling your phone at 11 p.m. 

It is the war of intrusive thoughts, lustful imaginations, and mental spirals that pull you away from God and into shame. 

And here is what most men do not realize. You cannot stop these thoughts from showing up, but you can stop them from staying. 

The reason the mental battle feels impossible is because you think having a bad thought means you have already sinned. 

But that's not what Jesus said. In Matthew 4, the devil attacks Jesus with three temptations. And those were not just external offers. They were   mental suggestions, thoughts planted in Jesus' mind. 

"If you are really the son of God, prove it. Turn  these stones into bread. Jump off the temple. Worship me and l'll give you everything." 

Jesus did not sin by hearing those thoughts. He  sinned if he agreed with them. 

The temptation was not sin. Acting on it would have been. 

So when a lustful thought enters your mind, that's not sin. That is the enemy attacking. 

Sin happens when you invite the thought to stay. When you entertain it, replay it, feed it. 

The battlefield is not whether the thought shows up. The battlefield is what you do in the next 5 seconds. 

So, how do you win? 

Three weapons. 

First take every thought captive. 2 Corinthians 10:5 says,"We take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ." That means the moment a lustful, shameful, or lying thought enters your mind. You grab it. You do not let it wander. You do not follow it down the rabbit hole. You capture it. 

Practically this means you interrupt the thought, out loud if you have to. "No, that is not true. I reject that!" 

You do not debate it. You do not negotiate. 

You capture it and throw it out. In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen. 

 Second replace the lie with truth. 

Philippians 4:8 says, "Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, think about  such things. 

You cannot just remove the bad thoughts. you have to replace it with a true one. 

So when the thought says you will never be free, you immediately counter, "I am a new creation in Christ. The old has passed away." 

When the thought says you have failed too many times, you counter,  "God's mercies are new every morning. l am not defined by my past. "


Third, renew your mind daily. 

 Romans 12:2 says, "be transformed by the renewing of your mind." 

You do not win the mental battle once. You win it every single day. 

That means scripture memory, daily truth, speaking God's word over your thoughts before the lies even show up. 

The battle for your mind is won in  the first 5 seconds after a thought appears. 

Capture it,  replace it,  renew daily. 

That's how you guard your mind.


2. The second battle every born-again Christian man faces is the battle for his body. 

This is the war of desires, the physical urges, the flesh cravings, the tension in your chest when you are triggered, the pull towards something you know you should not do. 

This battle happens in your body before it ever reaches your mind. 

It is the rush of adrenaline when you see something you should not. The restlessness when you are alone at night, the physical drive that feels stronger than your willpower. 

And most men lose this battle because they think desire itself is sin. But desire is not sin. 

What you do with desire determines whether you sin. 

Apostle Paul talks about this in Romans 7. He says, "I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do, I do not do, but what I hate, that I do." 

He is describing the war between spirit and flesh. Between what you know is right and what your body craves. 

Your body was designed by God to feel desire. 

 Sexual desire is not evil. It is part of how God made you. 

The problem is we live in a fallen world where that desire gets hijacked, twisted, redirected toward things God never intended. 

So the battle is not to eliminate desire. The battle is to steward it, to direct it where God intended, to master your body instead of being mastered by it. 

1 Corinthians 9:27 says, "I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified." 

Apostle Paul is not talking about self-hatred. He is talking about self-control, training your body to obey your spirit. 

So, how do you win? Three weapons. 

 First, starve the flesh. Galatians 5:16 says, "Walk by the spirit and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh." 

You cannot feed your flesh and expect it to stay weak. Every lustful image you look at, every compromise you make, every boundary you cross, you are feeding the very thing you are trying to kill. 

Starving the flesh means cutting off access, deleting apps, installing filters, changing your routine, avoiding triggers. 

You do not negotiate with your flesh, you starve it. 


Second, discipline your body. 

1 Corinthians 6:19-20 says, "Your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit. Honour God with your bodies."

 That means physical discipline, exercise, sleep, eating well, taking care of your body so it is not ruling you. 

When your body is disciplined in one area, it becomes easier to discipline in others. 

The man who can wake up early and work out can also resist the urge to click that link at midnight. 

Physical discipline trains spiritual discipline. 

Third, redirect desire toward God. Do not just suppress desire, redirect it. 

When you feel that pull, that craving, that restlessness turn it into worship, turn it into prayer, turn it into hunger for God. Read the Bible, share the revelation. Pray for others. 

David did this. When he was overwhelmed with desire, he wrote in Psalm 42. As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God. He turned physical longing into spiritual thirst. 

The battle for your body is won through starvation,   discipline. and redirection. 

Master your body or your body will master you. 

The third battle every born-again Christian man faces is the battle for his spirit. 

This is the war of faith. 

The doubts that creep in after you fall. 

The shame that tells you God is done with you. 

The lies that say you are too far gone, too broken,  too dirty to be used by God. 

This battle happens in the quiet moments. 

When you are sitting in church feeling like a hypocrite. 

When you are praying but feeling like God is not listening. 

When you are wondering if you are even saved at all. 

This is the most dangerous battle because it does not just attack your behavior. It attacks your identity, your relationship with God, your assurance of salvation. 

The enemy doesn't just want you to sin. He wants you to believe God has given up on you because you sinned. That's the real attack. 

Revelation 12:10 calls devil the accuser of our brothers who accuses them before our God day and night

He does not just tempt you to fall. He accuses you after you fall. He whisper God cannot use you now. You have failed too many times. You are not really his." And if he can get you to believe that lie, he does not need to tempt you anymore because you will disqualify yourself. 

You will walk away from God. You will stop fighting. But here is the truth. 

Your faith is not based on your performance. It's based on Christ's finished work. 

Romans 8:1 says, "There is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. 

Not no condemnation if you stop sinning." No condemnation. Period. 

The battle for your spirit is the battle to believe that truth when shame tells you otherwise. 

So how do you win? 

Three weapons. 

First, stand on your identity in Christ. When shame attacks, you do not defend yourself. You point to Jesus. "I am in Christ. My identity is secure. My salvation is finished. I am forgiven." 

Not because I deserve it, but because Jesus Christ paid for it. 

Colossians 3:3 says, "Your life is now hidden with Christ in God." 

That means when God looks at you, God the Father sees Christ's righteousness, not your sin. 

That's not an excuse to sin. It's the foundation that makes repentance possible. 

Secondrepent quickly. 

Do not let shame keep you from God. Run to Him, not away from him. 

First John 1:9 says, "If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us.

Confess immediately. Do not wait until you feel ready. 

Do not try to clean yourself up first. Come as you are. 

The longer you wait, the stronger the lie becomes. 

Repent fast. Get back up fast. Do not let shame win. 


Third walk in the spirit. 

Galatians 5:25 says, "Since we live by the spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit." 

That means daily surrender, daily dependence,   daily asking God to fill you, guide you, empower you.

You cannot fight the spiritual battle in your own strength. 

You need the Holy Spirit and He is already living inside you. 

Ask Him to lead and follow. 

The battle for your spirit is won by standing on your identity, repenting quickly, and walking in the spirit. 

Do not let shame separate you from the only One who can save you. 

So here is the truth most born-again Christian men never realize. You are not a victim of these battles. 

You are a warrior in them. 

The mind, the body, the spirit. 

These are not battles you are losing. 

They are battles you are learning to win. 

And every time you capture a thought, discipline your body or reject shame and run to God, you are not just surviving, you are conquering. 

Ephesians 6:10 says, "Be strong in the Lord and in His mighty power. Not your power, His." 

You are not fighting alone. You are fighting with the God who already won.


 So stop seeing yourself as the guy who keeps failing. You are the guy who keeps getting back up. That's what a warrior does. Warriors do not win by never falling. They win by refusing to stay down. 

You are in three battles right now. the mind, the body, the spirit. 

And you have three weapons: God's word, the Holy Spirit, and your identity in Christ. 

Use them. 

Fight. 

Win. 

Drop warrior in the comments, if you are done seeing yourself as a victim and ready to fight like the man God called you to be. 


Trust the Lord Jesus Christ with you to fight and win. 

You are not fighting for freedom, you are fighting from it. 

Now live like it.








Sunday, February 1, 2026

Singapore’s public housing model meets the limits of its success

 rising resale prices and high demand are bringing strain

Despite Singapore’s credentials as a free-market entrepot, more than three-quarters of its citizen and permanent resident population live in 1.1million government-built flats, bought at subsidised rates.


it also raised questions about whether the model is still fit for purpose. Rising property costs, notably in the resale market, have sparked concern over affordability, while the lottery system for allocating flats, which favours traditional nuclear families, is being tested by changing social norms. Over the longer term, property values are also being eaten away by the 99-year leases on which they are sold. The main thing that worries me is that . . . as the lease clock ticks down and as the stock ages, housing equity drops to zero, Singapore’s public housing system is now facing problems that were not considered when it was kick-started six decades ago with the launch of the Housing and Development Board (HDB), the idea was to provide reasonable subsidised housing for young citizens making their first step on to the property ladder. It looks as if this was a system that was very well thought out from the beginning — but this is not the result of a grand vision.

Singapore’s public housing resale prices have risen since the Covid-19 pandemic.

Resale price index (Q1 2009 = 100.0)

Resale price index (Q1 2020 = 131.5)(Covid-19 outbreak)

Resale price index (Q1 2022 = 159.5)

Resale price index (Q1 2023 = 173.6)

Resale price index (Q1 2024 = 183.7)

Resale price index (Q1 2025 = 201.0)

Resale price index (Q4 2025 = 203.6)

Source: HDB

Many of the developments were painted in pastel colours to reflect traditional Malay culture.

When Singapore introduced national service after gaining independence in 1965, home ownership was also encouraged as an incentive for conscripts to fight for their country. Today, more than 90 per cent of Singaporeans live in an owner-occupied home — among the highest rates in the world.

Properties are allocated to would-be buyers via a lottery system to applicants who are typically required to be married, engaged or older than 35 years-old.

Prices are eased through a raft of government subsidies based on personal circumstances. Singaporeans can also dip into their mandated savings and pension plans (CPF) and obtain mortgages and loans from the HDB directly.

The lottery system is unfair to singles and non-traditional families, for whom it is harder to get a flat. Singapore’s marriage rate has been steadily falling in recent decades, dropping from 57 per 1,000 unmarried males in 1994 to 42 in 2024.

The HDB system has also been used by Singapore’s government to promote multicultural integration by setting limits on the proportion of different ethnic groups in the same estate. However, this policy has caused problems for some in the resale market by restricting potential buyers.

The system has also come under recent strain. Construction ground to a halt during the Covid-19 pandemic, resulting in delays to new HDBs coming on to the market. Wait times to move into a property rose from three years to as many as six.

As a result, more buyers turned to the resae market, where HDB owners can sell properties after five years of occupancy. This led to a sharp rise in resale prices, especially in more desirable estates.

The number of HDB flats that sold on the secondary market for more than S$1mn (US$789,000) has steadily climbed in recent years, from 82 in 2020 to 1,035 in 2024 and 1,594 last year, according to analysis of official data.

Rising prices have become a charged political issue in Singapore, where cost of living concerns dominated last year’s general election. The government has pledged to build more than 50,000 new flats between 2025 and 2027, many with waiting times of less than three years. It has also offered more subsidies to lower-income groups and middle-income buyers.


High-priced public housing resales are increasing in Singapore

Number of public housing flats resold for more than S$1million per unit.

Year 2017 ~ 46 units
Year 2018 ~ 71 units
Year 2019 ~ 64 units
Year 2020 ~ 82 units
Year 2021 ~ 259 units
Year 2022 ~ 369 units
Year 2023 ~ 469 units
Year 2024 ~ 1035 units
Year 2025 ~ 1594 units
Year 2026 ~ (postulated to above 2000 units)


HDB flats are still considerably more affordable than private-sector housing. The average HDB was 4.3 times the median worker’s salary in 2024 — one of the lowest rates in major Asian cities, according to the Urban Living Institute. By comparison, the cost of the average private home was 16.9 times higher.

But as Singaporeans deploy savings ( CPF) to fund HDB purchases and resale values rise, the properties have increasingly come to be viewed as an investment asset and a retirement nest egg. 

The asset accumulation idea is very much entrenched. The system has concentrated people’s personal balance sheets in their housing equity and fosters this notion that property is a pathway towards increased wealth.

One threat to that model is the 99-year lease terms, after which properties are to be returned to the government. As the oldest HDB units enter their final three decades, that approaching deadline is eroding their value.

What will happen at that point? That is a big political issue.
In reality, flats dwellers are merely leaseholders who must respect that at the end of 99 years, the flat goes back to the government.

Today's public housing has become a kind of business venture, rather than actually solving the housing needs. Thhe implication may not be very good for the economic development of Singapore.

The prospect of lease reclamation by the Singaporean government is likely an issue that could really shake up the country’s politics.

There was one critical mistake - taking a subsidized / rationed housing model and letting its price float with the “free” market. Once commercial land prices were imputed, this model went off the rails. And now that such prices have been paid for 3-4 decades, they cannot unwind the situation.

All the rest citizens - singles, gays et al not being able to buy - may be problems but are much smaller in magnitude compared to the vast population whose expectations of property as a nest egg are unsustainable in the long-run.

The old model of essentially selling a lease with no land price imputed would have made it possible to control things as the HDB pleased.

If you are lucky enough to have been able to buy in one of the desirable locations/blocks and are relatively well off, what happens is you sell after the minimum occupation period and use the profit, which can be substantial as the deposit on a freehold non HDB property. The key is to sell as early as possible, when the lease is still relatively long. This is the lottery that Singaporeans are trying to win.

Overall the system mostly works and Singapore is probably the only SEA city that manages to provide decent housing to all its inhabitants.

Hawaii has an extensive lease hold system as well. A US Supreme Court ruling forced the state to turn title of single family homes to a fee simple ownership. Condos were exempt. Since the lease holder is the Singapore government, there should be a way to transfer title to either the unit owners or to the building association to avert the pending crisis.

The problem is that many existing owners of older flats already have their defined contribution pension plan monies tied up in their homes, and if these homes go to zero or very low in value? The new generation buying now will make plans accordingly, but the previous one simply assumed the government would give them a new one at subsidised rates when their exiting one got too old.

biggest mistake in the world is for homes to be treated as wealth

Singaporeans didn’t treat homes as wealth before 1990. Things changed a lot after the Asian financial crisis in 1997, and that opened Pandora’s box. A lot of problems today can be traced back to the policies in response to that financial crisis.

HDB flat is ownership of a lease, not a property

One minor anecdote: I have friends who have been in tenuous relationships but continue to remain in them, as they entered the housing lottery system as a couple. If they broke up, as a single person, they would only be eligible for the lottery at 35 years old.

Singles can only apply for 1bedroom flats...
Type 1: Approximately 36 to 38 square meters
Type 2: Approximately 45 to 48 square meters
Then you are locked in for 5 years.
Just to ensure their singles, stay single...
Talk about adding salt in the wound lol.







I Tried Burning 50 Bibles to Prove Islam Was Superior Then Jesus Stopped Me

 I Tried Burning 50 Bibles to Prove Islam Was Superior Then Jesus Stopped Me


Testimony: My name is Rashid. I am 28 years old and I was born in Jakarta, Indonesia.  in one of the most devout Muslim neighbourhoods in Southeast Asia. In March 2021, I organized the most blasphemous act I could imagine against Christianity. But that's when Jesus Christ intervened in my life in a way that shattered everything I thought I knew about God. 

Let me tell you how the son of God rescued me from spiritual darkness through a miracle I never saw coming. I need to take you back to understand who I was before Jesus found me. 

My full name is Rashid bin Ahmed Hidayat and I was born into a family of respected Islamic scholars and community leaders. My grandfather had been an imam at the largest mosque in our district for 40 years and my father continued that legacy by teaching Islamic jurisprudence at the Islamic University of Jakarta. Our family home was a center of Islamic learning and devotion. 

We lived in a traditional compound that housed three generations of our family with prayer rooms in every section and Islamic calligraphy covering the walls. From my earliest memories, my life revolved around the mosque, religious study, and defending Islam against what my family called the corrupting influence of Western Christianity. 

I was awakened every morning at 4:15 by my father for Fajr prayer. Before l even wash my face, I was reciting verses from the Qur'an that I had memorized since l could speak. My education was split between regular schooling and intensive Islamic instruction from the most conservative teachers my family could find. By age 14, I had memorized significant portions of the Qur'an and could recite hadith collections with the precision  that impressed even the strictest scholars. 

Ask yourself this question. Have you ever been so  convinced of your beliefs that you couldn't imagine questioning them? 

That was me. I lived and breathed Islam with a militant devotion that went beyond simple faith into  active hostility toward anyone who challenged Islamic supremacy. Every aspect of my day revolved around Islamic practice and defending the faith against perceived enemies. I prayed five times daily with genuine fervor. Fasted during Ramadan with pride in my endurance and gave zakat charity while secretly judging those I considered less devout.

When other young men my age were playing soccer or pursuing normal hobbies,  I was attending Islamic debate forums and studying apologetics designed to refute Christian claims about Jesus. My reputation as a fierce defender of Islam spread throughout our community and online. 

At age 19, I started a YouTube channel dedicated to exposing what I called Christian lies and distortions. My videos attacked the Trinity, the crucifixion, the reliability of the Bible, and the divinity of Christ with  arguments I had learned it from anti Christian Islamic scholars. The channel grew rapidly, attracting thousands of subscribers who praised my passion for defending Islam and and humiliating Christian missionaries who tried to engage with Muslims. I believed every argument I made. I thought I was doing Allah's work by preventing Muslims from being deceived by Christian evangelism and by showing the world that Islam was the only true faith. The online Islamic community celebrated me as a young warrior for the faith. Established Islamic apologists, shared my videos, and invited me to collaborate on projects designed to counter Christian influence in Indonesia.I received messages daily from Muslims around the world thanking me for defending Islam and encouraging me to continue my aggressive approach to religious debate. My ego grew with every view and every comment, praising my knowledge and dedication. I felt chosen by Allah to be a champion of Islam in the modern age. Someone who could use technology and media to spread Islamic truth and expose Christian falsehood to millions of people. But looking back now I can see the spiritual darkness that was consuming my soul. 

Despite all my religious activity and the praise I received from the Islamic community, I felt an emptiness inside that I refused to acknowledge. After particularly intense debates with Christians.  online, instead of feeling victorious, l often felt angry and unsettled in ways I couldn't explain. The Islamic teachings about Allah's absolute sovereignty and predestination created anxiety and predestination created anxiety in my heart about whether I was truly among the chosen or destined for hell.

   I witnessed hypocrisy among the Islamic leaders l admired most. The scholars who taught me to defend Islamic purity were often involved in corrupt business dealings, treated women with disrespect, and showed none of the spiritual fruits they claimed Islam produced. These were the same men who had taught me that Islam was morally superior to Christianity in every way. Seeing their double lives planted seeds of doubt that I desperately tried to suppress through even more aggressive religious activity. 

The poverty and suffering I saw in my own Muslim majority community also troubled me deeply. Despite all our Islamic devotion and the claims about Islam devotion and the claims about Islam creating the perfect society, I saw corruption, injustice, and the spiritual emptiness. 

Everywhere I looked, families struggled while religious leaders lived in luxury. Young people were leaving the faith or practicing Islam only superficially. 

The Islam I promoted online seemed disconnected from the reality I witnessed daily. 

When I questioned respected imams about these contradictions, they gave me complex theological explanations about Allah's will and the corrupting influence of Western culture that never really addressed my concerns. Everything felt hollow, like we were performing religion without experiencing genuine spiritual transformation. 

As l entered my mid20s, my anti-Christian activism intensified. 

I joined a group of young Muslim activists who organized public demonstrations against Christian evangelism in Indonesia. We protested outside churches, disrupted Christian events and created online campaigns to pressure the government to restrict Christian missionary activity. 

The anger I felt toward Christians grew more personal and hateful. I convinced myself that they were enemies of Islam who deserved to be opposed and humiliated at every opportunity. 

The religious justification for my hostility came easily from Islamic texts about fighting those who opposed Allah's message. 

I thought I was the most devoted Muslim in my generation. But deep inside something was profoundly wrong. Every religious achievement, every debate victory, every new subscriber to my channel only seemed to highlight the growing void in my soul. I performed all the external requirements of Islam perfectly. But I felt spiritually dead inside. The Allah I was supposed to love felt distant,  unpredictable, and impossible to please. 

No matter how hard I tried, something was missing. But I buried those doubts deep, convincing myself that more activism, more study, more religious performance would eventually fill the emptiness. I had no idea that Jesus Christ was already preparing to confront me with truth that would destroy my Islamic worldview and rescue me from the spiritual prison I had built around my heart. 

The plan began forming in my mind in February 2021. Our activist group had been discussing increasingly aggressive tactics to counter what we saw as a dangerous rise in Christian conversions   among young Indonesian Muslims. 

Some members suggested protests, others wanted legal action, but I proposed something that would send a message that couldn't be ignored. I suggested we organize a public burning of Christian  Bibles to demonstrate Islamic supremacy and show our contempt for what we considered a corrupted scripture. The idea was met with enthusiasm from some members and hesitation from others who worried about legal consequences and international backlash. But my reputation as a fearless defender of Islam gave me influence over the group. 

 l argued that bold action was necessary to wake up Muslims who had become too tolerant of Christian evangelism. I quoted verses from Islamic textes about destroying false scriptures and reminded everyone of Islamic history where books contradicting Islam had been burned. 

Over the following weeks, I took charge of planning the event with obsessive dedication. We identified a location in a public park where we could gather without immediate police interference. I used my social media following to promote the event, framing it as a demonstration of Islamic strength and a warning to Christians who dared to challenge Islamic truth. The response from my online community was overwhelmingly supportive. Thousands of comments praised my courage and commitment to defending Islam. Some urged caution, but most encouraged me to proceed with the Bible burning as a necessary statement against Christian aggression. 

I personally collected the Bibles we would burn. Purchasing them from Christian bookstores while disguising my intentions. Each time l handled those books, I felt a mixture of contempt and strange unease that I couldn't quite explain. Something about destroying religious texts felt fundamentally wrong. But I suppressed those feelings by reminding myself that these were corrupted books leading   people away from Islamic truth. 

My preparation included researching Islamic precedents for burning non-Islamic religious materials. I found historical accounts and fatwas from various scholars that seemed to justify what I  was planning. I crafted speeches I would deliver during the burning, explaining why Christians deserve this humiliation and why Muslims needed to take stronger stands against Christian evangelism. 

  The event was scheduled for March 20th, 2021. l announced it publicly on my YouTube channel and social media accounts, challenging Christians to try to stop us and warning Muslims that failing to support our action meant they were weak in their faith. The video went viral in Indonesian Islamic communities, generating controversy and attention exactly as I had hoped. Christian groups condemned the planned burning and appealed to authorities to prevent it. Some moderate Muslims also expressed concern, arguing that burning religious texts violated Indonesian values of religious tolerance. But their opposition only fueled my determination to proceed, convincing me that we were threatening the right people and defending Islam against those who wanted Muslims to compromise their faith. Local police contacted me with warnings about potential legal consequences, but the laws in our area were ambiguous about such demonstrations. I consulted with Islamic legal experts who assured me that freedom of religious expression should protect our right to protest in this way. The uncertainty about whether authorities would actually stop us added excitement and a sense of righteous risk to the entire plan. 

My family's response was mixed. My father expressed concern about the public attention and potential backlash, but he didn't explicitly forbid me from participating. My grandfather, the retired Imam, gave me a lengthy speech about the importance of defending Islamic honor and not allowing Christians to spread their corrupting message unchallenged. My mother begged me to reconsider, saying she had a bad feeling about the whole thing. But I dismissed her concerns as female emotionalism that shouldn't influence important religious decisions. 

The final week before the event was filled with intense preparation. I gathered 50 Bibles that would be burned during the demonstration. I rehearsed my speeches about Islamic supremacy and Christian deception. I coordinated with other activists about security, media coverage, and responses to potential police intervention. Sleep became difficult as March 20th approached. I lay awake at night imagining the event, picturing the flames consuming those Bibles and anticipating the statements we would make about Islamic strength. 

The excitement was mixed with an anxiety I couldn't quite identify. A nagging sense that I was crossing a line that couldn't be uncrossed. But I pushed forward, convinced that my discomfort was just fear of taking the bold action that defending Islam required. 

   March 20th, 2021 arrived with clear skies and warm weather that seemed perfect for our planned demonstration. I woke early for faj prayer, asking Allah to grant us success in defending his religion and humiliating those who opposed Islamic truth. My hands shook slightly as I performed ablution, but l attributed it to excitement rather than the deep spiritual warning that I now understand was trying to stop me from making a terrible mistake. 

   We gathered at the public park around 2 in the afternoon. About 40 Muslim activists had committed to participating along with several hundred supporters who came to watch and show solidarity. I arrived with a truck containing the 50 Bibles we had collected along with lighter fluid and the materials needed to create a controlled fire. The atmosphere was electric with religious fervor and aggressive certainty. My supporters chanted Islamic phrases and held signs condemning Christianity and Christian missionaries. Some carried Indonesian  flags claiming our demonstration represented true national values against foreign religious invasion. Police had established a perimeter around our  gathering, but seemed uncertain about whether to intervene. The legal ambiguity I had identified worked in our favor, creating a space for us to   proceed with our plans. 

I began the event with a speech that summarized all my anti-Christian arguments. I denounced the Trinity as a sherk, rejected the crucifixion as a lie, attacked the Bible as corrupted, and proclaimed Muhammad as the final prophet who had superseded and corrected all previous revelations,   including the claims of Jesus. The crowd responded with enthusiastic affirmations and Islamic declarations. 

As I spoke, I felt a strange coldness spreading through my chest despite the warm afternoon sun. Something felt wrong in a way I couldn't articulate. But the momentum of the event carried me forward past any internal warnings my conscience was trying to send. Look inside your own heart right now and imagine the spiritual darkness required to publicly destroy holy texts while claiming to serve God. That was exactly where I found myself on March 20th, 2021. 

Surrounded by supporters but spiritually isolated, religiously educated but morally lost and completely convinced that I was doing righteous work even as I prepared to commit an act that violated the divine love and truth I didn't yet understand. 

I opened the first Bible and held it up for the crowd to see. I read passages about Jesus being the son of God and mocked them as Christian lies that contradicted Islamic truth. I quoted Quranic verses that seemed to refute Christian claims and received roars of approval from my supporters. The pile of Bibles sat in the center of our gathering space ready to be burned. I had arranged them carefully to ensure they would burn completely leaving no doubt about our intentions. My assistant handed me the lighter fluid and I began dowsing the books while continuing to speak about Islamic supremacy and the need to oppose Christian evangelism. 

Then I picked up the lighter. My heart was pounding, but I told myself it was righteous excitement about defending Islam. I clicked the lighter once, twice, preparing to ignite the fluid soaked a pile of Bibles. The crowd grew silent with anticipation, waiting for the moment when flames would consume those Christian scriptures. I clicked the lighter the third time. But before I could lower it to the pile, something extraordinary happened that changed everything. The sky, which had been perfectly clear moments before, suddenly darkened with clouds that appeared from nowhere. A wind began blowing with such force that it scattered the Bibles across the park, separating them from the lighter fluid I had poured. The lighter was ripped from my hand by a gust so powerful that it felt like invisible force had physically taken it from me. I stood there stunned, unable to process what was happening as the   weather shifted from calm to tempestuous in seconds. 

Then the most terrifying and wonderful thing I had ever experienced occurred. A brilliant light appeared in the sky above our gathering, brighter than the sun, but somehow gentle enough that I could look directly at it without pain. The light descended toward our group while the wind continued scattering the Bibles and preventing any possibility of burning them. In the center of that light, I saw a figure approaching. I knew immediately, without any doubt or confusion, that I was seeing Jesus Christ himself. His presence radiated perfect love and absolute authority that made every Islamic teaching I had ever received about his nature seem like lies designed to keep me from truth. 

The crowd around me reacted with panic and confusion. Some ran from the park screaming. Others fell to their knees, unable to stand in the presence of what they were witnessing. My closest associates stood frozen in terror. Their earlier enthusiasm completely replaced by fear. 

Jesus spoke and his voice seemed to bypass my ears and speak directly to my heart with clarity that no human language could achieve. His words came   in Indonesian, perfectly clear and unmistakable. "Rashid, why are you persecuting me? You burn my words while claiming to seek truth. You hate my followers while claiming to serve God. I am the way, the truth, and the life. Stop fighting against the love that has been pursuing you since you were born." I collapsed to my knees, unable to stand under the weight of conviction and truth that flooded my soul. Every argument I had made against Christianity crumbled instantly as I stood in the presence of the One I had spent years denying and attacking. The spiritual emptiness I had felt throughout my Islamic life suddenly made complete sense. I had been rejecting the very source of spiritual life while claiming to seek God. Tears poured down my face as Jesus continued speaking truth directly into my heart. He showed me that my hatred of Christians had actually been hatred of His love. He revealed that my defense of Islam had been rebellion against divine truth. He demonstrated that all my religious performance had been building barriers between my soul and the relationship he had always wanted to have with me. The vision lasted only moments in physical time. But it  contained a spiritual revelation   that rewrote everything I thought I knew about God, truth, and salvation. As the light faded and Jesus withdrew from visible sight, I remained on my knees  sobbing uncontrollably while the crowd dispersed in confusion and fear. My assistant tried to help me stand, asking what had happened and whether we should try to continue the event. But I couldn't speak coherently. Something fundamental had shattered in my worldview and I knew with absolute certainty that I could never go back to Islam or to the hatred that had consumed me. 

The police arrived and shut down what remained of our demonstration. The Bibles that had been scattered by the supernatural wind were collected by Christian volunteers who had been praying nearby, protected from any harm by the very miracle that had stopped me from burning them. News of the failed Bible burning spread rapidly through social media, but no one could explain what had actually happened except those of us who had witnessed Jesus appearing.

   My online following reacted with confusion and anger as word spread that I had collapsed during the event and abandoned the demonstration without explanation. The immediate aftermath was chaos, I returned home in complete spiritual disarray. Unable to eat or sleep as I processed what I had experienced, my family demanded explanations. But how could I tell them that Jesus Christ had appeared to me and exposed Islam as false? 

I locked myself in my room and began searching online for information about Jesus. Reading the Bible for the first time with genuine openness rather than hostile critique. Every page confirmed what Jesus had shown me during my vision about His true identity and mission. Over the next three days, I barely slept or ate as I consumed the Gospels and Acts. Reading about Jesus's ministry, death, and  resurrection with new eyes. The Islamic arguments I had used for years against these truths now seemed absurd in light of what I had personally experienced. I had seen Jesus. I had felt His love. I had heard His voice. No Islamic apologetic could explain away that direct encounter. 

My prayer life transformed completely. Instead of performing ritual prayers toward Месса, I found myself talking to Jesus like I would talk to someone I knew personally and intimately. I confessed my hatred, my blasphemy, my years of fighting against His followers and His truth. I begged for forgiveness and for strength to face what I knew would come when I publicly declared my conversion. The peace that filled my heart during those prayers was unlike anything I had ever experienced during years of Islamic devotion. Jesus wasn't distant or angry despite everything I had done against Him. He was present, loving, and ready to forgive and restore me to relationship with the true God I had been rejecting my entire life. 

On the fourth day after the failed Bible burning, I knew I had to make a public declaration. I created a video for my YouTube channel where I had spent years attacking Christianity. My hands shook as I set up the camera, knowing that what I was about to say would cost me everything I had built in the Islamic community. 

The video began simply, "My name is Rashid bin Ahmed Hayat and I am no longer a Muslim. Four days ago, I attempted to burn Bibles to demonstrate Islamic supremacy. But Jesus Christ appeared to me during that event and revealed that everything I believed about Him was a lie. I have spent my entire life serving a false religion and fighting against the true God. Today, I publicly declare that Jesus Christ is Lord, that he is the son of God, and that salvation comes only through faith in him." I continued for 20 minutes describing the supernatural events in detail, confessing my hatred and blasphemy and explaining how encountering Jesus had completely transformed my understanding of God's nature and character. I acknowledged that I would likely face severe consequences for this declaration, but that knowing the truth was worth any cost. The response was immediate and devastating. 

Within hours, my family had expelled me from our home and declared me dead to them. My father's final words to me were that I had brought unspeakable shame to our family and that  I was no longer his son. My grandfather publicly cursed me and declared that my apostasy proved I had never truly understood Islam. My YouTube channel was flooded with comments from former supporters, calling me a traitor, a kafir, and threatening violence against me for abandoning Islam. Islamic websites published articles denouncing me and warning others about my corruption. Some called for my death according to Islamic law regarding apostasy. But the joy in my heart made every sacrifice worth it. The peace that Jesus had given me during my vision sustained me through every moment of grief and loss as I processed the reality that I would never see my family again or returned to the only community I had ever known. Christian churches in Jakarta that I had previously attacked now welcomed me with open arms. They provided temporary housing, food, and protection as I navigated the dangerous early days after my public conversion. The same people I had spent years trying to humiliate showed me unconditional love and support that proved everything Jesus had revealed about his true nature. 

Look at your own life right now and ask yourself, what would you risk to know the truth? The material comfort, family connection, and social status that had defined my identity for 28 years disappeared overnight. But the spiritual riches I gained through my relationship with Christ were infinitely more valuable than anything I had lost. 

 A Christian pastor named Peter became my mentor and guide during those early weeks. He had actually been one of the people praying near the park on the day I attempted the Bible burning, interceding for my soul even as I tried to destroy Christian scriptures. His forgiveness and patience with my   questions about Christianity amazed me daily. Peter explained the gospel with clarity that contrasted sharply with the complex works based Islamic theology I had studied. Salvation wasn't about performing enough prayers or good deeds to earn Allah's uncertain favor. It was about accepting the free gift of forgiveness and eternal life that Jesus  purchased through his sacrifice on the cross. My baptism took place on April 18th, 2021, exactly one month after Jesus had appeared to me during the attempted Bible burning. As I stepped into those waters, I felt like I was being born again in the most literal sense possible. The old Rashid who had lived in hatred and spiritual darkness was being buried forever. The new Rashid who belonged to Jesus Christ was emerging with joy and freedom I never knew existed. The church where I was baptized had about 200 members, many of whom had been targets of my previous anti-Christian activism. They celebrated my conversion with genuine happiness,  showing me that Christian love was real and transformative in ways Islamic community had never been. 

For the first time in my life, I experienced unconditional acceptance based on faith in Christ rather than religious performance or family status. Daily Bible study replaced the Islamic prayers that had structured my schedule for 28 years. But the difference in spiritual nourishment was remarkable. Beyond description where Quranic recitation had felt like religious duty performed to earn Allah's favor, reading scripture felt like intimate conversation with a loving Father who wanted me to understand his heart and character. 

Every chapter revealed new aspects of God's love that contradicted everything I had been taught about divine nature through Islamic theology. The God I serve now loves me unconditionally without the fear, manipulation, and performance-based acceptance that characterized my entire Islamic experience. Jesus never demands that I earn his love through religious rituals or threatens me with eternal punishment for imperfect devotion. His grace covers every failure and mistake, offering forgiveness and restoration rather than condemnation and rejection. The contrast between Islamic law and Christian grace transformed not only my understanding of God, but my entire approach to daily living and relationships. Learning to live without family support and community. Respect required significant practical adjustments. I found work at a Christian bookstore, the same type of store where I had previously purchased Bibles to burn. The irony wasn't lost on me as I helped it customers find resources to deepen their faith in the same Jesus I had once attacked. My former online following continued sending death threats and messages of hatred. Islamic websites published my photo with warnings about my apostasy.

   Some family members attempted to contact me, not with love, but with demands that I recount my conversion and return to Islam to restore family honor. But the joy in my heart made every sacrifice worthwhile because I finally understood what genuine spiritual fulfillment meant. 

   The emptiness that had haunted me throughout my years of Islamic devotion was completely filled by my relationship with Jesus Christ. The anxiety and fear that had characterized my prayers to Allah were replaced by peace and confidence in God's love. 

   Theological training became my new passion as I pursued understanding of the faith that had saved my life and soul. Peter helped me enroll in a Bible college program where I studied systematic theology,   church history, and biblical interpretation. The depth and richness of Christian doctrine amazed me as I discovered philosophical and theological sophistication that far exceeded anything I had encountered in Islamic scholarship. Every theological concept I studied reinforced the  scholarship. Every theological concept I studied reinforced the truth of what Jesus had revealed to me during my vision. The doctrine of the trinity which I had spent years mocking as illogical sherk revealed beautiful complexity about God's nature that satisfied both my mind and my heart. The atonement which I had rejected as unnecessary demonstrated the extent of divine love in ways that Islamic teachings about Allah's mercy could never match. 

   My ministry to other Muslims began carefully knowing the dangers of evangelizing in Indonesian Islamic communities. But I felt compelled to share my testimony with those who were questioning Islam or searching for truth beyond the religious system we had been raised in. 

   I created a new YouTube channel dedicated to sharing my conversion story and explaining why I could no longer accept Islamic claims about God, Jesus, and salvation. The response was mixed. Some Muslims sent threats while others contacted me privately with their own doubts and questions. I met with secret seekers in coffee shops and private  homes, sharing my testimony and answering their questions about Christianity. Many were immigrants or young people who had encountered Christian love and found themselves drawn to Jesus despite their Islamic upbringing. Watching the same spiritual hunger in their eyes that I had experienced it during my own crisis of faith became one of my greatest joys. 

   The danger remained constant. Islamic extremists in Jakarta had long memories about those who publicly converted to Christianity. I received credible threats that required me to change your residences multiple times and maintain careful security protocols. But these threats only confirmed that I had made the right decision in following Jesus   Christ. 

   The spiritual forces that had held me in bondage through Islam were fighting desperately to silence my testimony because they knew the power it carried to set other captives free. 

   Every threat reminded me that I was no longer serving the false deity of Islamic religion, but the true God who had demonstrated his love by rescuing me from the most impossible spiritual darkness imaginable. 

   Peter helped me connect with an underground network of Muslim background believers throughout Indonesia and Southeast Asia. We met secretly to encourage one another, share testimonies, and pray for wisdom and protection. These gatherings showed me that I wasn't alone. Thousands of former Muslims had encountered Jesus and chosen to follow him despite enormous personal cost. 

   Their stories amazed me. A former imam who had seen Jesus ina dream. A woman who had worn hijab for 40 years but removed it after experiencing Christian love. A man who had been planning a terrorist attack before Jesus appeared to him in a vision similar to mine. Each testimony confirmed that God was moving powerfully throughout the Islamic world calling people out of spiritual darkness into his marvelous light. 

   One year after my conversion, I was invited to speak at a Christian conference about ministry to Muslims. Standing before that audience of believers, I shared the full story of how Jesus had stopped me from burning Bibles and transformed me from a hateful Islamic activist into his grateful follower. The response was overwhelming. 

   People wept as I described Jesus appearing in the sky above the park. They praised God for his mercy towards someone who had spent years attacking his people and his truth. Many approached me afterward asking how they could pray more effectively for Muslim friends and family members who seemed completely closed to the gospel. I told them what I had learned from my own experience. No one is beyond the reach of Jesus Christ. No amount of religious devotion to a false system can protect someone from encountering divine truth  when God decides to reveal himself. No hatred or blasphemy is too great for his forgiveness when someone genuinely repents and seeks his face. 

   The speaking opportunities multiplied as words spread about my testimony. I traveled throughout Indonesia and eventually to other countries, sharing my story at churches, conferences, and Christian gatherings. Each time l spoke, I emphasized that my conversion wasn't ultimately about my choice, but about Jesus pursuing me with relentless love  despite my rebellion and hatred. 

   I developed friendship with Christian apologists and former Muslims who helped me refine my understanding of Islamic theology and Christian responses. These conversations deepened my appreciation for how comprehensively Christianity answered the questions and filled the spiritual voids that Islam had left in my soul. The intellectual satisfaction of Christian truth combined with the experiential reality of relationship with Jesus created a foundation for faith that could withstand any challenge or persecution. 

   My family eventually made one final attempt to bring me back to Islam. My father sent a delegation of respected Islamic scholars to meet with me, hoping they could convince me that I had been deceived by Christian lies. The meeting was arranged at a neutral location with mutual guarantees of safety. I agreed to meet them not because I had any doubt about my faith in Christ, but because I hoped to share the gospel with these men who had once taught me Islamic apologetics. The conversation was intense and emotional. 

   They presented every Islamic argument against Christianity that I had once believed and in taught. They questioned my experience, suggesting I had been mentally unstable or had hallucinated the vision of Jesus. They reminded me of my family obligations and the shame my apostasy had brought upon respected Islamic scholars. 

   I listened  respectfully and then responded with my testimony. I described the supernatural events in detail, explained how encountering Jesus had exposed the spiritual emptiness of Islam, and shared how Christian doctrine satisfied both my mind and my heart in ways Islamic theology never had. I told them about the peace, joy, and genuine relationship with God that I had found in Christ, things I had never experienced during years of Islamic devotion. Their reaction was telling. They had no response to my personal experience of Jesus appearing in the sky. They couldn't explain away the supernatural wind that had scattered the Bibles or the light that had descended on our gathering. They fell back on assertions about Islamic authority and warnings about Allah's punishment. But their arguments sounded hollow compared to the living reality of knowing Jesus Christ personally. That meeting ended with them declaring me hopelessly deceived and warning me about the consequences I would face on judgment day. But I left that conversation with even greater confidence in my faith because their best arguments couldn't shake my testimony about what Jesus had done for me. So I'm asking you just as someone who has been rescued would, what is Jesus calling you to be freed from today? 

   My story proves that no amount of religious devotion to false systems can satisfy the human soul's hunger for genuine relationship with God. Whether you're trapped in Islam, another religion, atheism, or simply spiritual emptiness that seems impossible to fill, Jesus Christ has the power to set you completely free if you will cry out to him with genuine desperation and faith.  If Jesus can save a hateful Islamic activist who tried to burn Bibles, he can save you from whatever darkness is holding your soul captive. The same supernatural power that intervened in my impossible situation is available to anyone who calls upon his name with sincere faith. He's not a distant, unpredictable deity demanding perfect performance, but a loving savior who gave his life to rescue people like you and me from every form of spiritual bondage and eternal death. 

   The emptiness I felt during 28 years of Islamic devotion was completely filled when I encountered the real Jesus, not the diminished prophet of Islamic teaching, but the son of God who died and rose again to reconcile humanity to the father. Everything I had searched for through religious performance, I found freely given through relationship with Christ. The fear that had dominated my spiritual life under Islam was replaced by confidence in God's unconditional love. The works based anxiety about earning Allah's uncertain favor was replaced by rest in the finished work of Jesus on the cross. 

   The spiritual death l experienced despite outward religious success was replaced by abundant life that flows from genuine connection with abundant life that flows from genuine connection with the source of all life. Jesus Christ is Lord and he's waiting to rescue you too. 

Will you let him transform your life the way he transformed mine? Will you risk everything to know the truth that sets captives free? 

   The choice is yours. But I pray you will make the same decision I did when Jesus confronted me with his love and truth. Nothing you've done is too terrible for his forgiveness. No religious background is too strong for his power to break through. No situation is too dark for his light to penetrate and transform. 

Call out to Jesus today with the same desperation I felt when he stopped me from burning those Bibles. 

He hears every sincere prayer and responds with love that will change your eternal destiny. 

Don't wait until you've destroyed something precious or hurt people you can never make amends to. 

Reach out to him now and let him show you the real God who has been pursuing you with relentless love since the day you were born.