I was searching through Facebook the other day looking for a group of evangelists that I could join. I’m not talking about your average televangelist or traveling preacher. I wanted to find a group of people that I could converse with about what evangelism looks like in everyday life. I wanted to connect with others who have a heart for sharing the gospel and equipping others to do the same.
On so many occasions (way more than I like to recall) I have navigated through deep wounds of rejection. We all have on some level. We may not like to admit it, but rejection has been a serious place of hurt in all of our lives.
When I was called into full time ministry at 23 I thought I had finally arrived at the place that I wanted to be. I had felt the calling since I was 14 to be in youth ministry and there I was, accepting a position as a full time youth pastor. I thought it was all going to be smooth sailing from there. I thought my platform was going to grow and I was going to keep progressing until I was preaching in stadiums across the country. I’m a big dreamer. But man was I wrong.
In a post-modern culture where we heavily embrace tolerance and acceptance, the motto “to each his own” has become an integral approach to others ideas and ways of living.
I have often heard it said that the ones that you love are the ones that hurt you the most. I couldn’t agree with that more. So many times in my life, just like many of you, I have been hurt tremendously by the someone that I cared deeply for. It’s an awful feeling when you give so much of your heart to someone and then they knowingly or unknowingly do something that shatters it into pieces.
Talking to other people about Jesus can be nerve wracking. I mean so much is at stake. What if you mess it up?
That’s honestly why 90 percent of people don’t share their faith. They don’t want to misrepresent Jesus or lead someone further away from the truth. That’s so admirable, but how could you make a poorer decision than not sharing the Gospel at all.