Skip to comments.Mohammad Said Jesus Was a White Manů Will the Left Condemn Mohammad, Too? (Video)
Posted on 12/15/2013 10:20:39 PM PST by Nachum
The liberal media blasted FOX News host Megyn Kelly for saying Jesus and Santa were white men. (historical facts)
They had to do something. Shes beautiful, talented, smart, level-headed and too damned popular.
Apparently, they forgot Mohammad said Jesus was a white man, too. Liberals constantly defend Islam and wont say disparaging things about prophet Muhammad, but did you know Muhammad described Jesus Christ as a very fair-skinned white man?
Are Liberals going attack the Prophet Muhammad, too? And remember Muhammad was from the Middle East and an Arab. Not all Middle Easterners are dark. That would be racist to claim that. In fact Muhammad was described as white man with a reddish tint in Islamic text.
So, are liberals going to claim Muhammad, the founder of Islam, was a racist because he claimed Jesus was white and the devil was black?
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So which is it? muhammad, mohammed, muhammed, mohammad, meeny, miney, or mo?
Only the goats know for sure.
Really a stretch to use old Mohamad to verify something insnt it?
Given his record....that would suggest Jesus was black as Obamas heart.
...... So this is what is left ..... this is what it has now gotten down to ...... What color was Jesus skin? ........ does this really matter? It’s all nothing but bone upon bone .... and flesh upon flesh ...... what color is the skin of God ..... and does He care about the color of your skin?
Looks like he’s trying to figure out which end of the goat to kiss.
Sahih Muslim Book 001, Number 0325:
“It is narrated on the authority of Ibn ‘Umar that the Messenger of Allah (may peace be upon him) said: I saw near the Ka’bah a man of FAIR complexion with straight hair, placing his hands on two persons. Water was flowing from his head or it was trickling from his head. I asked: Who is he? They said: He is Jesus son of Mary or al-Masih son of Mary. The narrator) says: I do not remember which word it was. He (the Holy Prophet) said: And I saw behind him a man with red complexion and thick curly hair, blind in the right eye. I saw in him the greatest resemblance with Ibn Qitan I asked: Who is he? They replied: It is al-Masih al-Dajjal.”
Sahih Bukhari Volume 4, Book 55, Number 649:
“The Prophet mentioned the Massiah Ad-Dajjal in front of the people saying, Allah is not one eyed while Messsiah, Ad-Dajjal is blind in the right eye and his eye looks like a bulging out grape. While sleeping near the Ka’ba last night, I saw in my dream a man of brown color the best one can see amongst BROWN color and his hair was long that it fell between his shoulders. His hair was lank and water was dribbling from his head and he was placing his hands on the shoulders of two men while circumambulating the Kaba. I asked, ‘Who is this?’ They replied, ‘This is Jesus, son of Mary.’ Behind him I saw a man who had very curly hair and was blind in the right eye, resembling Ibn Qatan (i.e. an infidel) in appearance. He was placing his hands on the shoulders of a person while performing Tawaf around the Ka’ba. I asked, ‘Who is this? ‘They replied, ‘The Masih, Ad-Dajjal.’ “
What is wrong with folks
That Jesus took the earthly form of a Caucasian male is irrefutable
We live in a make believe era of utter silliness
A silliness that is however our unraveling
The United States Census Bureau also identifies many ethnic groups in North Africa, the eastern Mediterranean, and Turkey as being Caucasian.
When the left brings this up, shut it down: Jesus is God. He created all skin color (John 1).
This is just another reason why I despise liberals so much.
The Honkyfication of Jesus at Christmas time...
Whats not to like?.. except.......
Must be a preliminary to calling him a racist..
They look like brothers!
That’s one hot looking goat. Reminds me of..............
When I was in a Vietnam standown from the field one night, a bunck of black guys were really hopped-up passing around a framed figure of a coal black biblical figure.
“Now, that’s Jesus!” the all excitedly intoned.
“That’s cool,” I said. “Do you believe he was the son of God?”
They all rather awkwardly hemmed and hawed.
“Then it’s just another black man,” I said.
More hemming and hawing, and a little bit of cracker talk. Tough it seemed my point had been made.
Attempting to rewrite history is what liars and con men do.
He was so ordinary he had to be betrayed in person to the Romans by someone who knew him well, rather than just telling the Centurion "He's the only lily-white blond-haired blue eyed guy in all of Judah, go get him!"
You want to know what Jesus physically looked like?
Go to the middle east, take photos of thousands of random strangers, and average them. The resulting image will be pretty close.
But you will have totally missed the point.
Physically He looks like you, and me, and any other guy someone would see in the mirror, only with the spirit of the Lord in his heart and eyes.
In that form he is just another guy on the bus, he really is one of us, he had to be to communicate effectively to us.
There was once a man who didn’t believe in God, and he didn’t hesitate to let others know how he felt about religion and religious holidays, like Christmas. His wife, however, did believe, and she raised their children to also have faith in God and the metaphysical meaning of Jesus The Christ, despite her husband’s disparaging comments.
One snowy Christmas Eve, the wife was taking their children to a Christmas Eve service in the farm community in which they lived. She asked him to come, but he refused.
“That story is nonsense!” he said. “Why would God lower Himself to come to Earth through a man called Jesus who became the Christ? That’s ridiculous!” So she and the children left, and he stayed home.
A while later, the winds grew stronger and the snow turned into a blizzard. As the man looked out the window, all he saw was a blinding snowstorm. He sat down to relax before the fire for the evening. Then he heard a loud thump.
Something had hit the window. Then another thump. He looked out, but couldn’t see more than a few feet. When the snow let up a little, he ventured outside to see what could have been beating on his window. In the field near his house he saw a flock of wild geese.
Apparently they had been flying south for the winter when they got caught in the snowstorm and couldn’t go on. They were lost and stranded on his farm, with no food or shelter. They just flapped their wings and flew around the field in low circles, blindly and aimlessly. A couple of them had flown into his window, it seemed.
The man felt sorry for the geese and wanted to help them. The barn would be a great place for them to stay, he thought. It’s warm and safe; surely they could spend the night and wait out the storm.
So he walked over to the barn and opened the doors wide, then watched and waited, hoping they would notice the open barn and go inside. But the geese just fluttered around aimlessly and didn’t seem to notice the barn or realize what it could mean for them.
The man tried to get their attention, but that just seemed to scare them and they moved further away. He went into the house and came with some bread, broke it up, and made a bread crumb trail leading to the barn. They still didn’t catch on.
Now he was getting frustrated. He got behind them and tried to shoo them toward the barn, but they only got more scared and scattered in every direction except toward the barn. Nothing he did could get them to go into the barn where they would be warm and safe.
“Why don’t they follow me?!” he exclaimed. “Can’t they see this is the only place where they can survive the storm?” He thought for a moment and realized that they just wouldn’t follow a human.
“If only I were a goose, then I could save them,” he said out loud.
Then he had an idea. He went into barn, got one of his own geese, and carried it in his arms as he circled around behind the flock of wild geese.
He then released it. His goose flew through the flock and straight into the barn and one by one the other geese followed it to safety.
He stood silently for a moment as the words he had spoken a few minutes earlier replayed in his mind: “If only I were a goose, then I could save them!”
Then he thought about what he had said to his wife earlier. “Why would God want to lower Himself to be like us? That’s ridiculous!”
Suddenly it all made sense. That is what God had done. We were like the geese—blind, lost, perishing. God had His Son become like us so He could show us the way and enlighten us.
That was the meaning of Christmas, he realized. As the winds and blinding snow died down, his soul became quiet and he pondered this wonderful thought.
Suddenly he understood what Christmas was all about, why Jesus who became the Christ had come, so that we could become the sons and daughters of the Living Christ.
Years of doubt and disbelief vanished like the passing storm. He fell to his knees in the snow, and prayed his first prayer: “Thank You, God, for coming in human form to get me out of the storm!”
As you say.