Hope Germany Biopic

Hope Germany was a big surprise. Especially for those who remember how it all began in October 1999. In Berlin. Based on a hunch. What would happen if our generation were to get reasonable information about God? Then the same thing that happened to us would happen to them. We definitely didn’t intend to become Christians. But we had to face the facts: our prejudices couldn’t measure up to such a mind-boggling, alternative lifestyle. And definitely not to God. So we rented the tiniest meeting room in the seediest hotel in the capital, something we wouldn’t do again today. Like so many other things.
But we invited everybody who was willing to come. People we had scared by trying to say grace with them at the Technical University cafeteria. The clueless taxi driver just trying to make a buck. Kids fresh off the bus (as they described themselves) who we happened to know from back home. And then it just happened. The first baptisms from families with five proud generations of hard core atheists. Visits from well meaning brothers and sisters from other churches questioning whether it wouldn’t be better not to start a new church for the sake of unity. And the first teams of enthusiastic new Christians inviting all their old dormitory neighbors for dinner, their new colleagues for lunch, and their relatives from the furthest corner of Brandenburg for BBQ. Even the Saxons began to get interested.
Hope Chemnitz is the loving result of a pseudo-intellectual coffee junkie. A few Chinese students joined us in Bielefeld. And the people named Christian, Christiana, Christopher, Christoph and Christina. And the first of our mothers. The temp agency workers with only a shimmer of hope of finding permanent work. And entrepreneurs, who want to share their expertise. It went on and on: the first person from the senior citizens home across the street. Then Ondra started Hope Prague. Then came the first group in Switzerland. And now we’re on our way to Poznan, Poland.
We have no other choice. We need to support each other. Our hunch was true. We had to keep evolving: the first regional days, the festivals, “Small Beginnings“ and “We’re not from this World.“ The teams need better support? We started experimenting with different training possibilities until we were satisfied. The denkfabrik became as close as possible to the way it would have been if Jesus and his 12 had done it: intensive fellowship, theology, rhetoric, leadership, always oriented to the things needed most for daily life. Practice, practice, practice. And then City Monks making bystanders wonder where all the pathetic Christians are coming from. Everywhere in Germany.
What if it keeps going on?

The Festival 2013