After the day I surrendered my life to Jesus, I carried inside me both a fear of and a burden for evangelism, which is a fancy and annoying word for telling people about Jesus and the opportunity to be made new.
If you’ve said this, it’s okay to confess. Just get it off your chest today with a total stranger or down below in the comments with an alias.
But get it off your chest and leave it behind you, because the Bible is NOTHING like an owner’s manual. Unless the lawn mower you bought came with a booklet that reads,
I spent my entire 20s complaining about the lack of community at my church. I grew up at that church. From the age of 9 to age 29, I went to the same church. And I never connected solidly to a group of people except for a brief two year period from 19-21. During that time, I was a part of a home group for college aged guys, and that was decent (I mostly enjoyed it).
On a night like this… a Friday, when I don’t have anywhere to be the next morning… I look out into the dark sky, at all the stars, and I try to imagine God. I don’t think he looks at all sinister like Eternity from Marvel Comics, this is the best graphic image I can think of to describe how I see God.
One of these days, I will look back at me today and wonder at my current state of confusion. Especially since we moved to this new church, some lifelong questions are beginning to be answered. I’ve never attended a charismatic church where the pastor actually knew how to teach. Most charismatic pastors/preachers are well-intentioned motivational speakers.
I decided not to rail against preaching in this post, although that was my intention. A quick lexicon check tells me that there are multiple Greek words used for “preach”, and that “preaching the Gospel” is a common phrase in Scripture. I had thought previously that the word “preach” might be a contemporary term.