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Making Disciples Memoir

Cry out

This past week, I sit numb. Shaken. Shocked by sheer brutality.

And cry out for the ones who can’t breathe. 

Weep for those with necks slammed against asphalt under the knee of racism. Relentless, insidious racism. Again and again.

The snake slithers. Just beneath the surface of society. Often hidden in the dark. Feeding pride and arrogance. Fear. Prejudice. 

Injustice.

Minneapolis, May 2020. Photo by Josh Hild, Unsplash photos.
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Crossing Cultures Devotional Making Disciples

Confession of our hope

This past week, the stories surface. Continually. Through emails. Personal posts. Press releases. 

Believers holding on to the confession of our hope.

I’m watching for this. The declaration. The profession. The holding fast of Hebrews 10:23. “Let us hold on to the confession of our hope without wavering, since He who promised is faithful.”

And all week long, I hear them.

Their confessions affirm what is real. True. We are sure of what we hope for. Certain of what we do not see. 

Confession of our hope. Hebrews 10
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Resurrection

Resurrection Day 2011. In Delhi, India. We gathered with a body of believers from different nations and people groups. 

We came to Christ out of a variety of religions and cultural traditions and family backgrounds. Some repented and believed as children. Others turned and followed Him in adulthood. 

Each one’s testimony detailing a unique journey to salvation.

He is risen!

On that Resurrection Day we worshiped together as one, in Spirit and in truth. Brothers and sisters in the Lord. 

“Christ the Lord is risen!”
“He is risen indeed!”

The next morning I retrieved and dusted off The Times of India newspaper that landed everyday on the balcony of our second-floor flat. I opened it to the front page. And a striking headline.

Empty garden tomb.