Tonight was a pleasant night as my really good friend Mike Cassidy came into town on business and met up for dinner tonight. I have known Mike for 6 years now as I have worked with him at camp in New Hampshire for the past six years. Mike comes to DC frequently for business trips which is a treat because we get to hang out and catch up.
(Thanks Mike for coming again!!! I look forward to the Nutcracker next month!!)
We went to Coastal Flatts in Tyson's Corner tonight. We had an enjoyable conversation. It's always enjoyable when you talk about the Lord. We were on the topic of evangelism and we each had two different stories that ended in the same conclusion...heart broken for the lost and dieing world.
My story goes as follows:
I went shopping on saturday...ya know, kinda treated myself for almost being done with school for the semester. Got a pedicure/manicure and needed some new jeans as I am throwing some old ones out. If you are from the DC area, you really need to get out to Tyson's. It's a pretty stinking huge mall...well, if you like shopping you should go, if you don't like shopping then you will hate this mall. I wasn't too thrilled about going on Saturday, but I needed to get a few things so I thought sure, why not. As soon as I walked in I was overwhelmed with the smell of teenagers. (ok, they don't actually have a smell, but I was still overwhelmed). I was overwhelmed by how many there were. I mean, every where I looked there was a teen. Don't get me wrong, I love teens...that's why it's my major, Youth Ministry. The odd thing about all this, I thought, was that there were absolutely no parents around any of them. It was the breeding ground for teenagers and I was a foreign alien that had walked into their realm. I already had a headache that day so I wanted to get my nails done, get my jeans, and get out! As I was shopping around, I started thinking about these kids and the many situations they were facing. Granted, I didn't know any of them, but the lives they must lead must be pretty heavy. My heart broke for them. I'm not complaining about them, but you can definitely tell by their actions, attitudes, and dress (mostly their actions and attitudes) that they are mostly hurting. I've heard it somewhere that hurting people hide. They hide underneath attitudes which could be in the context of acting out very loudly and abrasively. Where were these kids parents? What kind of involvement do they have with them? Do these kids go to church? Do they know about church? I was riding up the escalator toward the movie theater, which is where my car was, and for some reason this is just the place for ALL of them to congregate. Do they know? Have they heard? That the Lord is the everlasting God? The Creator of the ends of the earth? (Isaiah) Is someone going to tell them? Who will tell them about the love, the deep deep love of a Heavenly Father. Who will let them know about their sinfulness and how it leads to eternal death in Hell? Where were all the Christian teenagers? What were they doing on a Saturday afternoon? Why aren't they reaching out to their friends? You can definitely tell the difference between a Christian teen and a non-Christian teen. Christian teens have a maturity in Christ. They know their worth and value in the light of Christ Jesus. Non-Christian teens are looking else where for their value. Maybe their parents? Maybe each other. But how could I tell these kids? Could I stand in the middle of the food court, get up on a table, and start preaching? They would laugh. I prayed for them. I prayed that the Lord would show them Truth. My heart broke for the many faces in their that don't know Christ.
Mikes Story:
He was going to the grocery store after church one Sunday to get some water. He told me that he was overwhelmed by the fact that the grocery store was full...on a Sunday! The parking lot was full even. Why aren't all these people coming back from church? Or on their way to church?
His heart was heavy for them as well.
(haha...his story was shorter...) :o )
Our conclusion: Where do we start? How do we tell them the Gospel?
I wanted to start preaching on the corner of the streets, but then I thought of how the Jehovah's witnesses do that, and I don't want to be associated with that and have the world be confused about a relationship with Christ rather than just another religion.
Mike came through with wisdom from the Word though. He brought us back to the example of Christ and the woman at the well. Mike mentioned that he broke cultural barriers by talking with a woman, a samaritan, and a rejected prostitute. He wasn't shoving the word down her throat, but was gentle and patient with her as she pondered on what he was telling her. She would try to bring the conversation some place as while Christ would bring it back to her sinfulness and His Father's love for her. This is the way to do it. You show them the Gospel through your actions and love for them by being patient and gentle with them and speaking to them in Truth.
I remembered that I had written a poem a year ago about this. I thought of it as I was riding the metro to work one day.
Here it is:
Would I dare to stand in a crowd
of hurried people passing all around?
Look at the people into their lives,
All created by God, do they even realize?
All made to worship, love, and adore him,
But do they even know the trouble they are in?
"Guilty!" He calls them, this Righteous Judge.
"Justified!" points he to those saved by his Son.
Still a command he gives to share his Good Truth,
"How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news."
To the saved He says, "Watch closely, Dear ones,
For sorrow and joy will surely come."
"Lord, so many people to watch of many shapes and sizes.
In such a hurry, all those passing by us.
The stories we could hear of lives they lead.
The good times and heartbreaks and different tragedies.
Do they know, Oh Lord? Can they see
A gracious God and His Sovereignty?
Here I am, Lord, still in this crowd.
Unsure of what to do to claim your Truth around.
Lord, do they know you?
Would they even car?
Of this love I'd be so willing to share?
How do I pass your Truth out?
Should I just shout:
"Come to Jesus! He is full of grace and hope!"
Then there I would stand in the middle of the road
Would anyone dare to look? Would they eve stop to ask
of this Sovereign Truth I hold in my grasp?
"She is mad," they would say,
"Just another Jesus Freak", and be on their way
My heart and hands lift to you, O King!
From where my help is come.
A heavy burden too much for me
of the lost who don't know their way Home.
"Child of mine," is his reply,
"I will put words into your lips, and I will send you out
Trust and obey the command I give.
To pass out my Truth to all who live."
In the middle of the street, I fall to my knees.
"Lord, of all sinners, I am the worst of these!
Have mercy, O God, so I may be used
to show your love and share your good news."
"Daughter", he says to me
"I called you by your name. Your sins are gone
and I see no more.
Now go and tell of my forgiveness through my death for the world."
♥