Reality of the Gospel to my Heart

Well, we had quite a crew for our Friday night evangelism, tonight. Five of us! That's up two from the usual, which is great. I think I am going to miss it when I go home for a month.

Tonight was slow, and hot. There weren't too many people out, and the humidity was brutal, I was sweating for two hours in the middle of the night!

i was much please that an older gentleman was there again for the second week in a row busking... last week I had the opportunity to talk to him a bit, and pray for his wife, who is unwell. We didn't talk a whole lot tonight, though, but I certainly spent quite a while praying for him as I walked the streets.

What was really confronting to me tonight was how many people that walk by me, and I don't talk to hardly any of them.

Why is that? I've been blogging a lot about evangelism lately, and I have talked about it before... fear is a big part of it. Why should I be afraid, though? The God I serve is bigger and more powerful than anything that can come my way. I know, in my head, that the gospel is a desperate message so relevant to everyone that walks by.

Perhaps it is not my head that is the problem, though... it is my heart. I need God to reveal the gospel to me in a greater and higher and deeper way.

I feel like I am the same as so much of Christendom appears to be... outwardly "Christian" but inwardly blinded... hearts are not aflame with the power of the testimony of Jesus. I want to be aflame, though. I want to be so desperate that instead of watching people go by on the street, I stop them and plead that they listen to the gospel and believe in Christ Jesus. I don't care if you or anyone else things street preachers are obnoxious... I respect them, if they are in the right heart.

I'll say again what I have said a few times before... there seems to be a massive disconnect between what the early church looked like and what our Christianity looks like now... they lived and died just to preach the gospel... and I skirt around my job as a missionary (or Christian volunteer more accurately, I often think).

So pray for me, my friends... pray that God would reveal Himself to me, that he would take me higher and deeper into His Holy Presence, that I would be transformed by His Glory, that I could be bold and unashamed of my faith, that I would emulate the heart of God toward the lost.