Before you can begin anything that has significant meaning, you must clarify “why” you want to do it in the first place.
I have been reading through the book of Acts over the past couple of weeks. It’s amazing how these men of God in the early church were radically risking their lives to speak of the goodness of Jesus. Throughout the New Testament, we see acts of persecution come by way of imprisonment, physical beatings, and stoning, but time and time again, we see persistence and zeal for Jesus prevail over these fatal risks. Nothing could stop these guys. They all assumed that they were going to lose their lives for the sake of sharing the gospel, and most of them did.
Over a year ago, I found myself in a tough place in my relationship with Jesus. After listening to a powerful message on the love of God that was demonstrated through the cross, I began struggling with the reality that I had zero emotions when I thought about the blood and what Jesus had done for me. I felt like my soul had become numb to the gospel story. I began questioning my salvation and whether the cross ever had transformation power in my life.
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.
For the past ten years, I have desired to write in an influential way in some capacity. Several years ago I started blogging on and off and have attempted numerous efforts in writing a book over the years. I was just never able to make it happen. After many failed attempts to gain momentum in my larger writing projects, I never gave up hope and believed that when I finally found the write subject to write on it would be fun, easy and meaningful. Pursuing the Gospel has been just that for me.
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.