We were having a spontaneous yard sale a few weeks ago. A few people stopped to take a look at our wares. I noticed an older gentleman pull up in a battered truck. As he stepped out of the vehicle, he stuffed some papers into his pocket. I did not think much about it until he handed one to me and one to my sister. It was a tract he had written.
I was so excited. Here was a man living out his faith. He said it took nine months of prayer to put the tract together. It was not beautiful. It was not particularly eye-catching. But he wanted me to know where I spend eternity.
I want people to evangelize me. I want to hear the gospel. I want to pass street preachers resounding forth the truth on the corner of my city. I want to not be able to walk through the grocery store without someone handing a tract to me. And if that is the kind of Christianity I want to see, that is the kind of Christianity I must live.
True Christianity does not look like the world. There is no in between type of life where one is a Christian but is living like the world. Our faith requires action.