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Sharing Jesus With Strangers Used To Be Painful

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.

I remember waking into a 7-11 convenience store, trembling with head held low, because I believed it was my duty to share Jesus with the store clerk. He was a man of Middle Eastern decent. I walked down an aisle, pretending to shop as I mustered up the courage to say something. 

My Amazing First Attempt

And when I finally did, it was ugly. I bought some gum and as I turned to walk away, I spoke, “I just wanted you to know that Jesus loves you.” The sweat was beginning to form on my forehead.

The man smiled back at me a smile that said, I’m going to be courteous even though you are an idiot. “Oh? And how do you know that?”

There was a defiant challenge in his eyes, despite his smile. He was ready to debate me here and now and lay waste to my faith if possible.

My Star-Studded Rebuttal

I was completely caught off guard and unprepared. I had no answer, and my face turned red from embarrassment. 

“I just do.”

There. That’ll show him. That I’m a complete idiot.

I walked out of the store humiliated and ashamed of my own foolishness. He remained composed and I wilted. So much for demonstrating the power and love of a God I had just recently experienced.

The Lesson Learned

I’d like to tell you that I took the pain of that experience and honed my craft so that I could be a shining light of hope and peace and love to all mankind. I’d really like to. But this is the REAL story, not the water cooler version. Instead, I really just hid further and further from opportunities to share Jesus with strangers. No lessons learned. No personal advances. Just whimpering retreat.

It would be more than a decade before I would see living examples of sharing Jesus calmly without fear of rejection that I could actually emulate.

But that’s a story for another time. 

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