Nearly two years ago I was driving back to Atlanta from Tampa and as I crested I-75 heading North I could see the Atlanta skyline in the distance, bright in the nearly 1am night. I remember this overwhelming sense of peace and belonging came over me. I knew I was meant to be here.

Why would I question my belonging in the city that I grew up in and lived in all my life is another story . Suffice it to stay that I moved away temporarily trying to escape my own reality and coming back home for a visit was a culmination of gradual realization that I couldn’t run from a broken heart and that I  did belong back “home”

 

 

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I eventually did move back to Atlanta.

You ever think you love something? Or know something, then something comes along and challenges/enhances that knowledge and love? That’s whats happening to me regarding this city…my city, Atlanta.

I grew up here. My family is here. And as far as I’m certain I’m at least 4 generations deep here.

Yet, it has taken one place, a Church to be specific, to literally call what I thought I loved and knew  into question. This just over two year old Church plant that has its sole mission in tangibly serving Atlanta, in a myriad of unique ways is an agent by which God is both awakening and nurturing a deeper love for my city. Its challenging me also. As I pray through and wrestle with what it may mean to join my hand to the plow with what this Church is doing, I can only imagine what the future may hold.

 

 

 

 

 

 

To get an idea behind the mindset, theology, and focus of Church plants in the cities; I highly recommend this article by Mark Driscoll, entitled Capturing God’s Heart for the Cities

Right now I am in the middle of a transition.  I will write more in depth about that transition in time to come. For the past nearly 5 years I have invested my heart and life into a Messianic Jewish Congregation and the Messianic Jewish Movement, which is not a common thing for someone like me who isn’t Jewish.   Yet for all of that I find myself heeding a slow and steady pull back to a Church, and this one Church in particular, this place that I feel found me as I didn’t look to find it, just may be my new home.

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