I’m particularly struck at how much it feels like a significant season to write my first article for Evangelicals Now.
I am humbled and shaken by recent shifts in the global political landscape, and I hear similar sentiments from friends who look and sound like me: young(ish), Black, African, Christian and resident in multi-cultural cities in the West.
In the past half-decade I have seen these friends rising, albeit slowly to leadership positions in the church, owing probably to decades of prayer from their faithful, long-suffering immigrant parents. There was hope that the church would look like something from bygone ages, the church in Antioch, perhaps, where “every nation, tribe and tongue” were represented, willingly working together for the glory of King Jesus (Revelation 7.9-10).
Saved by grace, not by race
I have just returned home from a missions conference in Constanta on the Black Sea, where I was invited to …