I go day to day, and I very rarely get into spiritual conversations with people. It happens, but not all the time. I have, even more rarely, shared the gospel with people. Now, I tell myself that I am looking for an opprotunity... but what am I waiting for exactly? For them to ask me, "hey Micah... ummm i was wondering if you knew how to get to heaven?" Well, I mean that sounds rediculous, but in some cases... yeah that is kinda what I am waiting for. But, I shouldn't be waiting for them to ask me, I should be the one being practive. I am the one that God has been gracious enough for me to recieve his gift. I need to be the one to initiate... but I am just too busy with my own life, and I care too much that they might be offended or something.
Our attitude should be much different then this. We are God's hands and feat. God chose to use us to reach the nations and to share his word. Through us the holy spirit is able to do mighty things. I know that it isn't us really that saves people, that it is the holy spirit working in them. But, God needs willing vessels to spread his word.
I remember hereing this story from JD Greer I think it was. It is VERY heavy. Just read it and think, what have I done... and what have I not done. Then, what will I allow God to do.
This is what we believe. Yet, we aren't even willing to inconvience ourselves to and awkward conversation in the name of the gospel. It's not God's fault that there are millions that don't know and will never know, it is our fault. We have no one to blame but ourselves as Christians. Let's allow God to truely work through us. Let's allow him to inconvenience us. Let's live for Christ, and be willing to walk on that broken glass for our neighbor, and for our friends' sake.Charlie Peace was a criminal. Laws of God or man curbed him not. Finally the law caught up with him, and he was condemned to death. On the fatal morning in Armley Jail, Leeds, England, he was taken on the death-walk. Before him went the prison chaplain, routinely and sleepily reading some Bible verses. The criminal touched the preacher and asked what he was reading. "The Consolations of Religion," was the replay. Charlie Peace was shocked at the way he professionally read about hell. Could a man be so unmoved under the very shadow of the scaffold as to lead a fellow-human there and yet, dry-eyed, read of a pit that has no bottom into which this fellow must fall? Could this preacher believe the words that there is an eternal fire that never consumes its victims, and yet slide over the phrase with a tremor? Is a man human at all who can say with no tears, "You will be eternally dying and yet never know the relief that death brings"? All this was too much for Charlie Peace. So he preached. Listen to his on-the-eve-of-hell sermon:
"Sir," addressing the preacher, "if I believed what you and the church of God say that you believe, even if England were covered with broken glass from coast to coast, I would walk over it, if need be, on hands and knees and think it worthwhile living, just to save one soul from an eternal hell like that!