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Address: The Angel Church, Chadwell Street
Angel, Islington, London, EC1R 1XD
Phone: 07944 221 112
Email: theangelchurch@gmail.com
We celebrated yet another powerful testimony of saving faith through the waters of baptism!![]()
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Here is our brother Mohammed's testimony:![]()
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Hello everyone,![]()
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My name is Mohammed Al Batayneh ,and I am 49 years old. Today is the most important day of my life. It’s the day I publicly declare that I belong to Jesus Christ. But to understand why I’m here today, I need to tell you my story—a story of pain, survival, and finally, redemption.![]()
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I was born in the Middle East in Kuwait, and from the very beginning, life was hard. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father later married a woman who couldn’t have children. She saw me as the reason for her pain and treated me with deep hatred. I was rejected in my own home.![]()
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When I was just 14 years old, I was living in Kuwait during the Iraqi invasion in 1990. I was in a car with my two brothers—my older brother driving, and my younger brother in the back seat. Suddenly, Iraqi soldiers ambushed us and started shooting. As I turned my head to see where the shots were coming from, an exploding piece of shrapnel hit my shoulder, then pierced my eye. I went blind in that eye and lost consciousness.![]()
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Because I spoke with a Kuwaiti accent, they thought I was Kuwaiti and took me away. They tortured me, demanding to know where my father was. They beat me so severely that I lost one of my testicles. I was only 14 years old, in prison, being tortured, while the man who tortured me would go and pray in front of me. That was the moment I began to see that something was deeply wrong with the religion I grew up in.![]()
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Eventually, they released me, and we were kicked out of Kuwait. We returned to Jordan, but no hospital wanted to treat me. I was still a child, injured, broken, and no one cared. I was treated like a burden—by the government, by society, and by my own family. I lived in a house that was about to collapse at any moment. No one helped.![]()
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As I grew older, I ran away to Israel, trying to escape the pain and trauma. I had nothing—no money, no friends, no food. But someone guided me to a Christian church. They didn’t ask who I was or what I believed. They gave me food. They gave me a place to sleep. They showed me love without expecting anything in return. For the first time in my life, I experienced what true kindness felt like. And I never forgot it.![]()
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In contrast, one day in Jordan, I went to a mosque to ask for help. They told me to go beg outside the door. That was the difference. Christianity wasn’t just words—it was love in action. Still, I couldn’t become a Christian openly. I lived in a Muslim society where converting could cost me everything, even my life. So I buried that seed deep in my heart.![]()
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I spent years feeling like half a human. I lost the ability to eat properly because of the injury to my jaw. I can’t carry things well with my hands. I couldn't work. I couldn’t live. I was broken—in body and spirit.![]()
![]()
When I came to the UK, I hoped to find safety. But instead, I was detained again because I couldn’t speak to the police. I have PTSD and trauma—just seeing a uniform brings back memories of torture. While in detention, I was completely alone. I kept asking, “Where is God? Why didn’t He save me?”![]()
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Then, one night, in my loneliness, I cried out: “Jesus, if You are real, help me.”![]()
![]()
It wasn’t a fancy prayer. It was desperation.![]()
A short time later, they released me and left me on the street—no money, no help, and no legal status. Eventually, I was sent to a hotel for asylum seekers, where I met Andrew. He wore a cross, and I knew in my heart he was someone I could trust.![]()
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I told him my whole story. He didn’t judge me. Instead, he shared his own story and told me, “Jesus is the only way. Open your heart. Ask Him in.”![]()
He introduced me to Reagan, and they brought me here—to this church.![]()
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From the first moment I walked in, I felt something I had never felt before—peace. Not from the world, not from people, but from the Holy Spirit. I finally felt like I was home.![]()
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After 49 years of pain, rejection, violence, and loneliness, I am finally free—not because life is easy now, but because Jesus lives in me.![]()
I know now that He never left me. Even when I doubted, even when I was angry, He waited patiently for me.![]()
![]()
Today, I stand before you to say:![]()
I belong to Jesus.![]()
I am not half a man—I am a new creation.![]()
I am whole, I am loved, and I am His.![]()
![]()
Thank you for listening to my story, and thank you for welcoming me into this family. To Jesus be all the glory.![]()
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Two more messages from our series through Daniel in which we will be spanning the final verses of Daniel 9 through to Daniel 12!![]()
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Join us!
It is so important that we grow in our understanding of how why we are where we are at in our nation/world (where things went wrong) and how/if things can be restored. How do we respond to a culture of death and what is our hope? What practical steps can we take and are we anywhere near the end? ![]()
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This Sunday's message from Daniel 9.
This week our nation voted to decriminalise abortion. ![]()
Today a vote is held to introduce assisted suicide.![]()
![]()
Some Biblical principles:![]()
![]()
Life is defined from creation - by God.![]()
![]()
Life is developed from conception - by God.![]()
![]()
Life is dignified with meaning and purpose - by God.![]()
![]()
Life, its definition, derivation, and dignity is desecrated routinely due to sin including abortion and assisted suicide. ![]()
![]()
Our desecrated, broken lives find redemption through the desolation of Christ for us in his death and the resurrection of Christ for us to life. ![]()
![]()
These are reasons we pray against abortion and assisted suicide.
youtu.be
We celebrated yet another powerful testimony of saving faith through the waters of baptism!![]()
![]()
Here is our brother Mohammed's testimony:![]()
![]()
Hello everyone,![]()
![]()
My name is Mohammed Al Batayneh ,and I am 49 years old. Today is the most important day of my life. It’s the day I publicly declare that I belong to Jesus Christ. But to understand why I’m here today, I need to tell you my story—a story of pain, survival, and finally, redemption.![]()
![]()
I was born in the Middle East in Kuwait, and from the very beginning, life was hard. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father later married a woman who couldn’t have children. She saw me as the reason for her pain and treated me with deep hatred. I was rejected in my own home.![]()
![]()
When I was just 14 years old, I was living in Kuwait during the Iraqi invasion in 1990. I was in a car with my two brothers—my older brother driving, and my younger brother in the back seat. Suddenly, Iraqi soldiers ambushed us and started shooting. As I turned my head to see where the shots were coming from, an exploding piece of shrapnel hit my shoulder, then pierced my eye. I went blind in that eye and lost consciousness.![]()
![]()
Because I spoke with a Kuwaiti accent, they thought I was Kuwaiti and took me away. They tortured me, demanding to know where my father was. They beat me so severely that I lost one of my testicles. I was only 14 years old, in prison, being tortured, while the man who tortured me would go and pray in front of me. That was the moment I began to see that something was deeply wrong with the religion I grew up in.![]()
![]()
Eventually, they released me, and we were kicked out of Kuwait. We returned to Jordan, but no hospital wanted to treat me. I was still a child, injured, broken, and no one cared. I was treated like a burden—by the government, by society, and by my own family. I lived in a house that was about to collapse at any moment. No one helped.![]()
![]()
As I grew older, I ran away to Israel, trying to escape the pain and trauma. I had nothing—no money, no friends, no food. But someone guided me to a Christian church. They didn’t ask who I was or what I believed. They gave me food. They gave me a place to sleep. They showed me love without expecting anything in return. For the first time in my life, I experienced what true kindness felt like. And I never forgot it.![]()
![]()
In contrast, one day in Jordan, I went to a mosque to ask for help. They told me to go beg outside the door. That was the difference. Christianity wasn’t just words—it was love in action. Still, I couldn’t become a Christian openly. I lived in a Muslim society where converting could cost me everything, even my life. So I buried that seed deep in my heart.![]()
![]()
I spent years feeling like half a human. I lost the ability to eat properly because of the injury to my jaw. I can’t carry things well with my hands. I couldn't work. I couldn’t live. I was broken—in body and spirit.![]()
![]()
When I came to the UK, I hoped to find safety. But instead, I was detained again because I couldn’t speak to the police. I have PTSD and trauma—just seeing a uniform brings back memories of torture. While in detention, I was completely alone. I kept asking, “Where is God? Why didn’t He save me?”![]()
![]()
Then, one night, in my loneliness, I cried out: “Jesus, if You are real, help me.”![]()
![]()
It wasn’t a fancy prayer. It was desperation.![]()
A short time later, they released me and left me on the street—no money, no help, and no legal status. Eventually, I was sent to a hotel for asylum seekers, where I met Andrew. He wore a cross, and I knew in my heart he was someone I could trust.![]()
![]()
I told him my whole story. He didn’t judge me. Instead, he shared his own story and told me, “Jesus is the only way. Open your heart. Ask Him in.”![]()
He introduced me to Reagan, and they brought me here—to this church.![]()
![]()
From the first moment I walked in, I felt something I had never felt before—peace. Not from the world, not from people, but from the Holy Spirit. I finally felt like I was home.![]()
![]()
After 49 years of pain, rejection, violence, and loneliness, I am finally free—not because life is easy now, but because Jesus lives in me.![]()
I know now that He never left me. Even when I doubted, even when I was angry, He waited patiently for me.![]()
![]()
Today, I stand before you to say:![]()
I belong to Jesus.![]()
I am not half a man—I am a new creation.![]()
I am whole, I am loved, and I am His.![]()
![]()
Thank you for listening to my story, and thank you for welcoming me into this family. To Jesus be all the glory.![]()
![]()
Two more messages from our series through Daniel in which we will be spanning the final verses of Daniel 9 through to Daniel 12!![]()
![]()
Join us!
It is so important that we grow in our understanding of how why we are where we are at in our nation/world (where things went wrong) and how/if things can be restored. How do we respond to a culture of death and what is our hope? What practical steps can we take and are we anywhere near the end? ![]()
![]()
This Sunday's message from Daniel 9.
This week our nation voted to decriminalise abortion. ![]()
Today a vote is held to introduce assisted suicide.![]()
![]()
Some Biblical principles:![]()
![]()
Life is defined from creation - by God.![]()
![]()
Life is developed from conception - by God.![]()
![]()
Life is dignified with meaning and purpose - by God.![]()
![]()
Life, its definition, derivation, and dignity is desecrated routinely due to sin including abortion and assisted suicide. ![]()
![]()
Our desecrated, broken lives find redemption through the desolation of Christ for us in his death and the resurrection of Christ for us to life. ![]()
![]()
These are reasons we pray against abortion and assisted suicide.
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