Faith
Evangelism. A neat word made into a verb by the word ‘go.’ For the record, I’ve yet to experience the fulfillment and joy of leading anyone say the sinners’ prayer; yet to bring anyone to an evangelistic event where he/she responded to the alter call; and no one has ever thanked me for being instrumental in their decision to accepting Christ yet. This, I’m sure makes a convincing curriculum vitae of what a great evangelist I am so far.
Have I ever shared my faith before? Well, I’ve answered questions (tried to answer as best as I could while desperately seeking the Spirit’s wisdom when arrested with such queries), regarding my belief and faith, but never in a decision-making state of the other party, or as an answer to a seeker of the Truth. Most of them are conversational questions which open like, “eh, you Christians do/celebrate/say/believe this/that…why ah?” Unlike some dying soul who cries out, “I need God! I need God!! Show me your God!!!”
The notion of friendship evangelism came about to me better after reading Rebecca Manley Pippert’s classic: Out Of the Salt Shaker, during my early teenage years. So I have invited friends for Methodist Youth Fellowship (MYF) events during Uni days, brought my best friend in college to church before (by accident as we walked pass a place with singing after breakfast one Sunday morning when I couldn’t go back hometown to finish my group work final presentation, and my friend was curiously interested to go in while I was overwhelmed), presented friends with the Bible as gifts and maybe one or two other related deeds. Puny, mundane efforts of someone bearing the mandate tag of ‘salt and light.’ Now if you are in the same boat as me, and have yet to venture out into great (can’t call it greater as what I’ve done is not even great), and better ways in the endeavour as Christ’s ambassadors, don’t take comfort and console yourself to have a fellow comrade like me. You do better, while I strive to do like-wise.
Back to this friend of mine. If you think it cruel to be kind, call him a prayer-target. I’ve invited him to church a couple of times. Good news is, he says, “are you trying to bring me to the Light?” Bad news is, last night when I was talking to him, he said, “you have your faith while I have mine. We are both brought up from different backgrounds. Stop trying to change my faith.” Of course he said it politely, but the message was clear. He also said, “when can I return your CD?” as I’d given him an album by Point Of Grace. It’s neither me nor the friendship he’s rejecting. Sigh!
The term was coined so, when our Lord referred people sent to the harvest field as labourers or workers. It would have been a different game if He instructed, ‘ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out friends into his harvest field.’
How do you then share your faith?
To pun-it, by faith?
“The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few.”























