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God’s desire for a multiethnic church

James Hein, pastor at St. Marcus, Milwaukee, Wis., wrote this editorial comment for the June issue.

My congregation sits in the center of Milwaukee, a city frequently residing atop lists of “most segregated cities” in America. Our congregation always observes the celebration of Juneteenth, a landmark occasion I was embarrassingly unfamiliar with prior to my arrival. Juneteenth is a blending of “June” and “nineteenth,” honoring the day in 1865 when slaves in Texas learned about their emancipation. It is the oldest-known celebration of black freedom from slavery.

America’s founding documentation claims “self-evident truths . . . to liberty . . .”—unless you were black. Founding fathers advocated for human rights imbued by God while simultaneously retaining slavery. Many who considered themselves faithful Christians even attempted to rationalize their inhumanity by distorting Scripture to support their agenda.

In my five-plus years working in the city, a scriptural truth that somehow escaped me until now is God’s desire for a multiethnic church. Just read Acts chapters 8 to 15.
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