This morning as I was getting ready to leave the house, I saw em headed my way, and a shiver went up my spine. Each of the four of them with big bibles in hand, & each with a stack of tracks, I quickly knew what was happening; invasion!
Now, I don't know what church they're from, or what their names are, or what they would have told me if I hadn't snuck out of my two story window, in the back of my house, by tying bed sheets together.
Just kidding, I used a fire ladder.
Either way, my first thought was, "what the heck, do they really think anyone is going to listen to them. People think this stuff is annoying and it's what gives Christians such a weird and even bad, name. Don't they know, that I haven't even gotten to
really know my neighbors yet."
But, then somewhere in the middle of my criticism I heard a voice in my head, "would you do it?"
To which I responded, "Oh crap I'm hearing voices now!!" Actually that's not what I said to the voice, what I said was, "NO!!".
The more I thought about it as I enjoyed my bowl of Cocoa Pebbles (oh yes, they are amazing), the more I realized that the question wasn't really about whether of not I would go knock on a door and try to cold turkey, evangelize a stranger, but about how committed I am to share the joy and certainty of my faith with everyone I can.
Am I willing to embarrass myself, put myself out, risk rejection, risk being laughed at behind my back? Am I willing to reorder my day around it, my week, my weekend?
Ya know, it's easy to laugh at someone trying to share their faith but is doing it in a weird way. I guess I'd rather be weird though than to be unwilling or uncommitted to share the faith that I have; a faith that could change someones life if they embraced Jesus.
I do believe there is a middle ground, I do believe there are better methods. But most followers of Jesus are doing NOTHING to share about the one person that has changed their life and their eternity, with the people around them.
I guess I'm saying that it's better to be a fool than a coward.
When was the last time you were willing to look like a fool for Jesus? Why not more often? You ever thought about what a fool He looked like for us? Stripped to his whitey
tighties in front of a huge crowd, name called, laughed at, beaten, spit on, lied about & eventually killed in a method as painful as humiliating. It was all because He loves you, PERIOD!
So, I guess the more we love not only Jesus, but the people He has put in our lives, the more we get serious about doing whatever it takes so they may know...
May God increase our love & decrease our inhibitions.
I hope you have a great weekend and a great father's day. And I hope Jeanna doesn't have her baby until Monday since Tom & I are supposed to team teach this weekend. I know, that's horribly selfish of me, sorry Jeanna; shame on me. Get your dads to Paradox this Sunday, you won't regret it.