Evangelizing Me

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.

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