Shocking state of affairs in Punjab

[JSinghnz]

This article shows how Sikhs have failed to stop conversion.

 

https://asiasamachar.com/2021/11/09/41253/

[Premi5]

On 11/11/2021 at 7:16 PM, JSinghnz said:

This article shows how Sikhs have failed to stop conversion.

 

https://asiasamachar.com/2021/11/09/41253/

Should be much easier to get these lot back into Sikhi, say than from Islam. I mean easy to reverse the brainwashing and if give them some life support incentives, they'll go back to Sikhi. Sikhi will still be in their blood

How and who exactly can do that, I don't know

[Premi5]

Happens in UK also

 

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2015/aug/15/jesus-saved-my-mother

Jesus saved my mother

Nirpal Dhaliwal’s mother was born into the Sikh religion in the Punjab. After decades of living in west London, she suddenly converted to Christianity. How did this unexpected change of faith affect her relationship with her son?

 

Nirpal Dhaliwal with his mother, Surinder. Photograph: Graham Turner for the Guardian

 

Nirpal Dhaliwal

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My mother, deeply rooted in the peasant culture of her native Punjab, was always immersed in the supernatural. She was born into Sikhism, but – like many Indians of her generation – her knowledge of her religion was never strong. She could never name its 10 founding gurus; nor had she any interest in its monist theology which encourages an internal experience of God through meditation.

Her Sikhism was an emotionally driven, personal mish-mash of various customs from across the subcontinent – most of it Hindu. She visited temples daily, prayed each morning and chanted Sanskrit hymns – without understanding a word – while wafting incense through the house. And she fasted – a lot.

 

She often fasted for Shiva, the dancing wild-man god of destruction, and his first wife, Shakti. When her children got chicken pox, she fasted for the tiger-riding, demon-slaying goddess Durga. And she fasted, in vain, for Santoshi Mata, the goddess of domestic happiness.

 

Her religion was disordered, ad hoc and impossible to pin down, but it was a constant in my life and it inspired me. I have an abiding love of myth – the first book I took out of a library was about the Greek heroes – and I find India and its spiritual traditions enchanting. I’ve made dozens of pilgrimages there to sites of Sikh martyrdom, birthplaces of Hindu avatars and the shrines of sufi babas. I have a lasting fascination with yoga and mystical experiences.

Mum’s supernatural thinking – her certainty that creation was shaped by divine beings and magical forces, and influenced by spells and curses – was, I felt, a link between myself and my ancestors stretching back millennia. I loved talking to her about the stories in the Puranas, about Krishna battling snake-devils and Shiva churning the oceans for the nectar of immortality, on her terms – as things that actually happened – and seeing her light up with excitement at the tales.

But last year she found Jesus – and all her fantastical pagan ways went out of the window. She had begun to seek Him in earnest the year before. My mother works for a catering company in Southall, west London, cleaning the dishes that come off the planes at nearby Heathrow Airport, and it was an evangelist colleague, a former Sikh, who invited her to a Christian prayer service in a local church. “I felt peace straight away,” Mum said. “From the first time I went and listened to people’s testimonies, about how Jesus had healed and changed their lives, I felt peace.”

 

Surinder Dhaliwal, with baby Nirpal.

She continued visiting the church, which has a north-Indian congregation and conducts its services in Punjabi, and lost interest in her old ways. Then Jesus came to her in a dream: “He held my hand,” she told me.

“He said he was with me and wouldn’t leave me. I woke up and I could still feel it.”

So she gave away all the Sikh and Hindu iconography that decorated her home, replaced them with crucifixes and was baptised into her new faith. She now reads a Punjabi-language Bible every day and watches Christian cable-television channels.

Her conversion itself wasn’t too surprising. The story of Jesus is, by Indian standards, a plausibly humdrum one. Most Indian villagers could point you towards someone who cures the sick, raises the dead and knows the secret of eternal life. And the morphing of religions has always been a common occurrence there. What unnerved me was my sense of betrayal, the painful sense of rejection as Mum turned her back on what had been our abiding bond. It felt like she’d turned her back on me.

Her conversion was a blanket one. Many of the religious items she got rid of I had collected on my travels and had sentimental value. It hurt that she didn’t consider my feelings when she did as her pastor commanded and purged her home of idols and other “satanic” trinkets. Our conversations are now truncated. If I make a remark with a Sikh or Hindu connotation, my mother will stop talking. Religion saturates Indian culture – there’s hardly an Indian movie, song or turn of phrase that doesn’t evoke a Hindu sentiment – and so I no longer play music to her as she goes silent and turns stony when she hears something non-Christian. We don’t watch Hindi movies together anymore.

“I’ve made my decision,” she replied, when I asked why she won’t indulge the merest hint of her past ways. “I’m not doing this by half. I’m standing with Jesus, and only Jesus.”

Challenging as I find it, I can’t begrudge her new faith which has, at last, brought her some much needed relief

 

Sad as I feel about it, I appreciate that my mother is a much calmer and more contented woman now. Jesus has finally subdued the explosive, shrieking temper that has plagued her throughout my life and eased the chronic anxiety that brought her severe headaches and made her grind her teeth noisily in her sleep.

In many ways I’m happy for her. Her life is much simpler with the one-stop-shop that is Jesus, compared to the chaotic spiritual buffet she sampled from in the past. She no longer marches to temples bearing heavy loads of bananas, coconuts and gallons of milk as offerings. While others believe that the token gift of a flower or fruit is enough for the gods, Mum would give great bagfuls of foodstuffs, desperate for their assistance. I jokingly refer to Jesus as bina kela baba – the baba without bananas – which she sometimes finds funny enough to smile at, until she remembers it is blasphemy and straightens her face.

Mum’s life has been a terribly difficult one. She married a man who was an abusive alcoholic for the first 13 years of their marriage and has been teetotal but sullen and largely unemployed since. Speaking very little English, having very little education, she effectively raised four children on her own in a strange and foreign land.

My siblings and I have all contributed to her worries. Until recently, I’d spent two years living with her as I suffered from depression – and she was my rock. Challenging as I find it, I can’t begrudge her new faith which has, at last, brought her some much needed relief.

Recently, I went with her to church. I watched as a young preacher gave a hectoring sermon in Punjabi and the congregation held their hands aloft and muttered to themselves with their eyes shut. Their desperation broke my heart, expressing as it did their deep fears and pain, reminding me of my mother’s anguished and often lonely journey.

Afterwards, they told me of the wonders Jesus had worked in their lives. One man’s visa had come through after he’d converted, though he’d been told by a solicitor that he’d no chance of staying in Britain. Another man described how he’d dropped his wallet as he left work on a building site and returned to find it there in the morning, still containing the £300 he’d left inside it – just as Jesus had promised when he’d prayed.

I listened to all this as I sat with Mum and shared the congregation’s communal meal of keema, biryani and sag-aloo, while Christian bhajans (devotional songs) played through the speakers. Hearing tales of miracles, enjoying the taste and smell of Indian food, the sound of tablas and Hindi vocals in the background, I reflected on whether I’d lost much of my mother to Jesus at all.

[Premi5]

https://www.christiantoday.com/article/sikh.woman.converts.to.christianity.after.praying.for.jesus.to.help.her/99004.htm

Sikh Woman Converts To Christianity After Praying To Jesus

James Macintyre  26 October 2016 | 1:59 PM

 

Balbinder, who shares her conversion story on the Evangelical Alliance's new website, the Great Commission.Evangelical Alliance

A woman who had been Sikh for 50 years has told how she converted to Christianity after praying "in faith" for Jesus to help her with her problems. 

The woman, Balbinder, tells her story on a new website - the Great Commission - being launched today by the Evangelical Alliance (EA). The site shares conversion stories from across the UK and encourages Christians to talk about their faith.

Balbinder tells of how, when she was "in despair with my elder son" she was "crying on the phone" to a Christian friend who told her that "If you really want help only one person can help you and that's Jesus". Balbinder's friend told her to pray with faith to Jesus, which she did, and in three days she was given a Bible by the friend before her problems began to make sense through scripture. 

She adds: "Because I had been a Sikh for [more than] 50 years, when I turned to Christianity my daughter, she sort of retaliated and she started going to the Gurdwara, which she never did before, just to annoy me. It used to upset me and then God spoke to me that I have to show her love. If I get angry, that's not showing her [love], so I used to say okay, but I continued to pray for her. Secretly she was reading on her phone the Bible and the verse that came to her was about Nicodemus talking to Jesus, and when Jesus said you have to be born again and...she was ready to give her life to Jesus."

[Suchi]

1 hour ago, Premi5 said:

Should be much easier to get these lot back into Sikhi, say than from Islam. I mean easy to reverse the brainwashing and if give them some life support incentives, they'll go back to Sikhi. Sikhi will still be in their blood

How and who exactly can do that, I don't know

According to the article both RSS and VHP has helped thousands to convert back to Sikhism. 

I also believe there is a proposal to bring in anti-conversion laws which the Christians are fighting tooth and nail. 

[S1ngh]

6 hours ago, Suchi said:

According to the article both RSS and VHP has helped thousands to convert back to Sikhism. 

I also believe there is a proposal to bring in anti-conversion laws which the Christians are fighting tooth and nail. 

RSS and VHP and all other branches of this terrorist org is not good for India, Suchi ji. 

[MisterrSingh]

"peasant culture"

Feels weird when it's presented like that, but it's true, though, lmao.

[justasking]

these punjabi christians are gonna lose there heritage even more so now then they did in there previous sikh coconut form and are gonna get absorbed deeper into the mainstream culture of degeneracy  i say adios to these people no need in trying to get them back

[Suchi]

3 hours ago, justasking said:

these punjabi christians are gonna lose there heritage even more so now then they did in there previous sikh coconut form and are gonna get absorbed deeper into the mainstream culture of degeneracy  i say adios to these people no need in trying to get them back

Hence why strong efforts are requited to bring them back. They break up families and social cohesion and encourage alcohol drugs and beef. 

[Kau89r8]

You also have panjabi actress like sonam bajwa, facegirl of panjabi films/music yet thanking 'Jesus' for her career lol