Church + the Cross = Hope

When I look at the church, what gives me hope?

My name is the church of the Middle East. Death is below me, above me, beside me, around me, and in me. I am doomed, bleeding, and I can see only a cross. One cross for me and for another abandoned man. I am one moment away from complete destruction.

Nevertheless, to be crucified with him and for his sake is never the end. Christ is risen and I am waiting.

A Palestinian evangelical, Rev. Dr. Yohanna Katanacho serves as the Academic Dean of Bethlehem Bible College. He is the author of several books, including The Land of Christ: A Palestinian Cry (Wipf & Stock, 2013).

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