Cutting-edge missional witness just got bloodier and yet more hopeful than ever! Many Christians in America have lost loved ones who gave their lives in military service to save the country and the «free world.» John Shorack is one of them. His father, Theodore James Shorack Jr., was shot down in Vietnam in 1966. Unlike many, John didn't conform to his father's legacy of military sacrifice for the nation. He found a completely different way to give his life–for Christ and his kingdom among the poor of the nations. Nail Scarred Hands Made New speaks from the trenches of a violent, Latin American slum. With deeply personal and theologically probing reflections, John speaks to the next generation of mission workers who feel compelled to lay down their lives–in the surprising hopefulness of God's ability to use the good, bad, and ugly of our kingdom-seeking efforts to accomplish his restoration of all creation.
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John Shorack. Nail Scarred Hands Made New
Nail Scarred Hands Made New
Foreword
Acknowledgments
Introduction
Part 1
1 / Brother Caligallo
2 / Family Dynamics
3 / The Running and Pleading Father
4 / Which Jesus?
5 / My Enemy’s Savior
6 / At the Cliff’s Edge
Part 2
7 / Spiritual Power Encountered
8 / Spiritual Power Reassessed
9 / God’s Spirit Crosses Lines
10 / God’s Spirit Incarnates
11 / God’s Spirit Works Paradoxically
Part 3
12 / What Is a Kid to Do?
13 / What Are the Faithful to Do?
14 / What Did the Faithful One Do?
15 / What Did the Apostle Do?
16 / Biblical Hope Revisited
17 / Partners in New Creation
Afterword
Appendix
Bibliography
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Making Sense of the Gospel
in a Violent Latin American Slum
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Two months after getting jumped in downtown Caracas, I boarded a plane for the United States to attend meetings of the InnerCHANGE leadership team. I remember my arrival. It was a Friday evening. From the moment I touched down I wanted to talk. I needed to talk.
I talked first to the friend who picked me up at the airport, then to the twenty guests who had gathered at his home to welcome me. The next day I met one-on-one with several people. In seemingly endless conversations, I dwelled on the crime and violence in Venezuela. I was consumed with the notion of dying. Try as I may, I couldn’t change the topic.
