Christians Busy Attacking Other Christians Over Words, but Silent About Real Death?

By Andre Eksteen

Social media is overflowing with hatred. So-called Christians sit day and night behind their phones and screens, not to confront the enemy, but to tear one another apart. They have no problem mocking, ridiculing, shouting at, and slandering those who warned that the rapture might be at hand. Even from pulpits the stone-throwing has begun. Preachers have not hesitated to belittle, in their own churches, those who simply wanted to be obedient to God’s voice.

And now, while the infighting continues, between 64 and 71 true Christians in Ntoyo, a village in North Kivu in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, were slaughtered during the night of 27 September 2025. They were gathered for a mourning service, a simple meeting to grieve together. Suddenly gunfire erupted. Shots cracked through the night. Those who did not fall to bullets were hacked with pangas, beaten to death with hammers, and others had their homes and bodies set alight. People screamed, children cried, and then there was silence. Only the smell of smoke, blood, and burning human flesh remained. Entire families vanished in a single night.

The group responsible, the Allied Democratic Forces, with links to the so-called Islamic State in Central Africa, struck like thieves and disappeared back into the shadows. The village now lies empty. Survivors have fled, and Ntoyo is tonight a ghost town. The death toll stands somewhere between 64 and 71, but numbers change nothing about the reality — people who stood for Christ were slaughtered. They paid the price with their blood.

But about these things we are silent. It does not trend on Facebook. It does not sell newspapers. It is not important enough. No, our energy is rather spent tearing one another down. We continue to ridicule those who warned. Our hatred runs so deep that we can no longer see real death. We trample with our words on those who already lie fallen, and we call it faith. Is this Christianity?

Where are the tears for the children who will not sleep tonight? Where are the prayers for the women now left alone? Where is the cry for the lost lives murdered by hatred? Instead, we fixate on our internal battles. We take pleasure in labelling brothers and sisters as false teachers and deceivers. We are quicker to point fingers than to kneel. Our voices are louder against one another than against the enemy who is actually killing.

I say this clearly and without apology: if you spend your time humiliating other Christians and do not even open your mouth for those being slaughtered, then you are not a soldier of Christ — you are a helper of the enemy. You are a child of SATAN. Your silence about the martyrs is a screaming betrayal of God. Your hatred for your brother blinds you to the blood in the dust. And God sees it. He sees the blood crying out from the ground, and He sees your words and your deeds. He sees your heart, and how it does not even ache over what happened yesterday, but finds satisfaction in attacking other Christians who tried, in love, to warn.

The real question is not whether someone warned wrongly in faith. The real question is this: where is your heart when your brothers and sisters are slaughtered for their faith? Where are your love, your prayers, your compassion? Or is it easier to mock those who tried to obey God’s voice while remaining silent about those who lost their lives on the night of 27 September 2025? Is this Christianity? Or is it simply a religion of pride, where you ignore your brother’s blood and raise your own voice above the voice of God?

Let us pray…

Lord Jesus, tonight we come to You with heavy hearts. We think of our brothers and sisters who were slaughtered in Ntoyo — not because they did something wrong, but simply because they confessed Your Name. Their bodies lie hacked and burned, but You have written every one of their names in Your book.

We pray for those who survived but were left broken. Hear their groaning, Lord, and heal their wounds. Carry them through the night when pain and fear overwhelm them. Give them strength where they have none left.

We pray for the families of the martyrs — for the children now left alone, for the parents who lost their children, for the spouses lying tonight without a loved one beside them. Lord, be their comfort in their darkest hours.

We pray against the spirits of hatred and murder that drive these attackers. Lord, break their power in Your Name. Rebuke the evil spirits that used them. And yet we also pray for the attackers themselves — that they would awaken, that the weight of their deeds would convict them, that they would fall to their knees and seek forgiveness before it is too late.

And Lord, we must also pray for ourselves. For a church that chooses to bite and hate one another instead of choosing love. For a Christianity that remains silent about blood, but shouts in pride. Forgive us, Lord. Break our hearts. Wake us up, before our own silence and self-righteousness destroy us.

Lord Jesus, You alone are King. We call on Your Name over Ntoyo, over Africa, over this world that is burning. Come quickly, Lord. Come quickly.

We ask this in the name of Jesus Christ, our Redeemer, Saviour, and King.

Amen.