[medprof]

There is very big Myth created by the white men. Unfortunately they have been able to perpetuate it.

That is about western religion.

Judaism and Christianity originated in Asia. Lord Jesus Christ was a middle eastern Jew. Neither he nor any of his disciples were Anglo Saxon or Nordic. He would have looked more like Yasser Arafat than George Bush. They do not call Islam which originated in the same region as Western.

Now about moral values in Christianity.

The basic Christian values are.

* worship of God: "You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind."

* fidelity in marriage: "Whom God has joined together let no man put asunder."

* renunciation of worldly goods: "Gather not your riches up upon this earth, for there your heart will be also."

* renunciation of violence: "If a man strike you on one cheek, turn the other cheek."

* forgiveness of sins: "Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us."

* unconditional love: "Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you"

The Ten commandments say

Honour your father and your mother, so that your days may be long in the land that the Lord your God is giving you.

You shall not murder.

You shall not commit adultery.

You shall not steal.

You shall not bear false witness against your neighbour.

You shall not covet your neighbour’s house; you shall not covet your neighbour’s wife, or male or female slave, or ox, or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbour.

These are the very same values which are held high in Hinduism.

Talking about Christianity most of them "say grace" before starting a meal. In Hinduism we are supposed to offer all food to God before consuming it. How many of us do it?

You might have heard this song. It was rendered by the great Jim Reeves.

Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, let me stand,
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Through the storm, through the night,
Lead me on to the light:

Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.

When my way grows drear,
Precious Lord, linger near,
When my life is almost gone,
Hear my cry, hear my call,
Hold my hand lest I fall:

Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.

When the darkness appears
And the night draws near,
And the day is past and gone,
At the river I stand,
Guide my feet, hold my hand:

Is that not every Bhaktha's cry?