A couple weeks ago I was asked by ANC’s Youth Pastor, Eric Chang, to give a short testimony about what Christ’s death on the cross (and resurrection) meant to me. I was supposed to give this brief testimony during the youth Good Friday service at Mason. I thought about it and nothing clear popped into my head. I know what the Cross means to me, but how do I explain it? How do I do it without sounding like I’m preaching (I mean really, the youth already have Eric and the other pastors to preach and teach!), but while also sounding real?
So I walked up to the altar to give the testimony, and promptly cracked a joke about being a man carrying a purple bible (I had my wife’s. I forgot mine). Crash and burn!!! I sat down and just started to talk and somehow some way, the Lord gave me the words to speak. The cross is hope. It’s hope for everyone…Its hope for me. Its hope to a man who both fears and believes in the man he could become, depending on choices. It doesn’t matter what I’ve been through, where I’ve been, or the man I used to be. It means I can hope for the future without having to watch my back. It means I’m forgiven. I’m totally free. How can you not hope when you are free?
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