When i was a kid, I always wanted to ride my bike; going around my neighborhood, riding with my childhood playmates and just plain riding. One day, a teen near a “church” tried to stop me and hijack my bike, I have defended myself very well and succeeded in running away with me and my bike intact. Upon leaving the area, the older kid told me to stay away of that area because it was “INC” premises and threatened that he’ll beat me up and take the bike. This triggered my decision to end any links with the Iglesia ni Cristo.

I knew the kid: popular, has-everything-he-wished type of boy, “brainy” [sic] and witty. That was not where i was disappointed; I was disappointed because his father ruled the locale, A Ministro.

Yes, I am from a family oriented with the said group, I was baptisted as one. Realizing at age seven, I saw that the malpractices are getting rampant, ranging from Ministers having a drinking session after they render their preaches, witholding of press freedom, spiritual blackmail and worst, to proclaiming superiority over all others.

They are used in claiming that being a member of their “church”, you’d be guarranteed safety in the end of days and will be sparred from being thrown in the lake of fire. To me, this is likely a profound statement to fool their followers: A “religion” based on fear and not on belief.

From where did the Iglesia ni Cristo really start? Are there really skeletons hiding from Mr. Ysagun’s closet? Are there things waiting to be uncovered? These are the questions that i tend to seek answers, answers that are meaningful and neutral, not superficial responses to be in their favor.

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