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A rabbi, priest and an imam question whose religion is the true religion of god

Submitted: July 04, 2014

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Submitted: July 04, 2014



Three men woke up in a strange building. Directly in front of them was an angel guarding a passage emanating a bright, white light. The men were a rabbi, a priest, and a Muslim imam. As they fully regained consciousness, they each gazed into the angel’s face, who smiled at them. Beams of light framed her delicate figure.

She looked at each of them and said, “Only the person who follows the true religion of God can pass through the threshold. That person has an hour to step into the light—otherwise, none of you may escape.” Without another word, the angel disappeared.

The rabbi, the priest, and the imam all looked at each other, utterly perplexed. All three of them remained silent as they contemplated their situation, but all that prevailed was panic. Unbeknownst to one another, they each had the same thought: that God placed them in the mysterious structure for a specific purpose.

The priest’s face was riddled with confusion. “The true religion of God?”

“This must be a test of some kind,” the imam replied.

“But how can we really decide?” the rabbi added.

In their panic, the men tried to discover a way to escape rather than reconciling God’s true religion, but it didn’t take much to realize that there was no way out. They had no choice but to have a debate. Priest, rabbi and imam alike each shared nervous glances, a feeling of apprehension building up between them.
The priest spoke first. “Christianity is the true religion of God. Jesus says so.”
The imam said, “The Bible has been altered—how many times, exactly? And Jesus is a Muslim prophet in the Quran!”

The rabbi, listening to both of them intently, replied. “No. Judaism is the true religion of God; we’re His Chosen people.”

The priest became angry. “Not anymore. Your people murdered Jesus,” he said to the rabbi, pointing his index finger near his face. The rabbi became defensive.

“You’re wrong. It was the Romans who murdered Jesus—” he suddenly looked at the imam— “and the Muslims have been bombing the world for the past decade! Beheading and slaughtering whoever is against your religion!”

The Muslim became visibly offended, but his anger was directed at the priest. “Nonsense! The Christians have been slaughtering people for centuries. The Crusades prove that all you people have done is massacre those who aren’t Christian! But you—“ he turns to the rabbi— “your people, the Jews, own the sinful banks and the sinful media. You dominate Hollywood and entertainment. You Jews are selfish and greedy and only show and tell things in the news that you think will benefit you!”

“And you Muslims profit on all your oil!” yelled the rabbi. “Your greed is just as sinful. Look at Saddam Hussein and Muammar Gaddafi. Look at where those dictators led your people!”

The Christian interrupted their exchange, becoming increasingly heated. He spoke loudly and with finality. “Christians are the Chosen of God! I am sorry, but it is known that Christianity is the single true religion of God, and there is no question about it!”

“Christianity, Christianity!” mocked the rabbi. “You lot contradict yourselves daily. You have plenty of gay priests and money-hungry popes. You lot are just as greedy and selfish as anyone else—you hypocrites!”

“I heard the Catholics allowed Hitler to kill the Jews,” muttered the Muslim. The Jew turned to him and shouted, “And didn’t the Arab Muslims work alongside Hitler, as well? You have no right to speak!”

“So you Jews are better than everyone? You ignore non-Jews and look down at them in disgust. Always going on about ‘gentiles, gentiles.’ How arrogant.”

The argument persisted in this manner. With each passing minute, the banter became more violent and serious. The debate turned into senseless yelling, and it became a mere session of petty insults and racist remarks. All three of them tried ceaselessly to justify their religions, but were always met with criticism by the other men.

“The Jewish people, like Einstein, have moved science and literature forward! We’ve won the most Nobel prizes in the world!” the rabbi proclaimed.

“The Muslim people invented algebra, and we shaped the world in maths and literature and science. We figured out the mysteries of the world before any of your people knew what mysteries were. Our people made your discoveries possible!” the Muslim man said to the Jew.


Once again, the priest interrupted. “You may have made progress in maths, science, and literature, but my people are the ones who truly changed the world. Look at Isaac Newton, Micheal Faraday, and Edward Jenner! Think about it—Isaac Newton, the father of modern science, a Christian!”

“Your people don’t even know what religion is,” the rabbi snarled.

When the priest raised his finger to say something, the imam held up his hand hastily, signalling for him to stop. All men were silent until the imam spoke, having become more aware of their situation. “Science or literature won’t help us find God’s true religion.” He began to sweat, looking anxiously at the lit threshold.

Without saying a word, they each sat down on the floor, staring senselessly into the threshold. All three of them tried to think deeply and rationally; when they looked at one another, there was a hint of shame in their eyes. None of then liked what they had said to each other, and their arguing wasted no less than fifteen minutes. They didn’t have much time left to come to a decision—they each felt compelled to enter the doorway, but a voice within their heads forced them to stay.

“Miracles,”  the Christian man spoke out.

“What about miracles?”  the imam asked, puzzled.

“What miracles have you encountered in your religion?”

The rabbi looked at the priest very coldly. “Last year, I had a heart attack. The man behind me was a doctor. He saved my life.”

“Coincidence,”  the Christian man uttered. The rabbi chose to ignore him.

“All over the world—in trees, in stones, in strange places—the word ‘Allah’ is written in Arabic. Animals have been heard speaking the name of Allah,” the imam said.

“That’s like us seeing Jesus’ face everywhere,” the Christian man replied with skepticism.

“Well, what miracles have you experienced?” the rabbi asked the priest.

“I was nearly shot by a rebellious youth as I was stepping out from the church. At that moment, the cross on the roof fell just in time—not hitting me, but blocking the bullet.” The rabbi began to doubt this claim, but the imam interjected.

“In Islam, our miracles are Allah’s warnings to us. Signs of the end times written in the Quran are happening. Allah has blessed us with knowledge. That is a miracle,” he pressed.

“Same for us,” said the priest and the rabbi simultaneously after a brief silence. The imam looked down and sighed, but he spoke again, this time to the Christian.

“And yet, you cannot compare religions by their miracles. Life is a miracle. If you choose a religion with the intention of experiencing miracles all the time, then you are a fool. That’s not what religion is about.”

“I agree,” said the rabbi.

The priest remained quiet, and the rabbi and imam followed suit. The imam thought that another fifteen minutes had passed—with half an hour left, he prayed hard for an answer. He prayed for deliverance. He looked at his desolate companions and asked, “What do we do?”

“I don’t know,” said the rabbi. “All of us—our religions— have caused harm in the world. Just take a look at us three. It’s arguments such as ours that cause wars.”

“Correct,” the imam replied.

“It’s true. Many deaths have been caused by religion.” The Christian man developed a forlorn look in his dark eyes.

The silence became heavy. In their contemplation, they became aware that they hadn’t much time left at all to decide. The Muslim looked at the door; at first his gaze was grim, but it became increasingly bright. He said unto the rabbi and the Christian man, “The door looks too big for only one person.” He smiled.

As the priest and the rabbi looked at one another and at the entrance, they, too, began to smile. They both rose, and the imam followed.

“Why should only one man pass? We can all go into the light together. The door was never meant for one man. Or one religion. God is telling us something,” said the imam. His eyes became damp with light tears.

They had all realized the very same thing without saying it. Despite being from different religions, their choice of creed never mattered as much as their deeds. Their character. Their treatment of others. In God’s eyes, they were all equally welcome in His kingdom.

The imam clasped both the priest’s hand and the rabbi’s hand in his own. “Let’s go. We’ll do this together. We’ll go through not as followers of a religion, but as human beings.”

“As equals,” the rabbi added, a warm smile painting his soft features.

The Christian man nodded. They were all close, revelling in their newfound respect for one another. They stood at the threshold, forming a perfect line beside one another, their bodies fitting perfectly into the entrance.

“If there is a true religion of God, it’s humanity,” said the imam.

With their eyes rather than with their words, the men forgave each other and accepted one another as brothers; as humans. They held each other’s shoulders, and with only a short while left to spare, they all walked through the door and into the light together.

Blackness ensnared them for but a moment before they woke up with a start. The Christian man found himself lying on a wooden bench, gazing up into the bright sun and a perfect blue sky. The Rabbi awoke in the street of a quaint, sun-lit town, birds singing and townsfolk laughing. The imam ended up in a beautiful forest, among a myriad of colourful flowers and curious animals. Even though they were no longer together, the men simultaneously rose from their resting places, took a deep and blissful breath, and smiled with pure peace as they walked off into the horizon.

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