Something life-changing has happened in our household. Some friends of ours told us about grout paint. That's right. Grout paint. When you've scrubbed, pleaded and prayed, but the grout still looks stained you can just paint over it! It's brilliant! I haven't been this excited about a DIY project since Kevin installed a dog door last summer. And I can not stop talking about it. Last week I told everyone in the teachers' workroom at my sons' school about it. You'd think I invented it!
I wonder what would happen if I shared my faith in the same way???
It's certainly no less life changing to know Jesus. It IS life, in fact! Can I not share Him with the same fervor as I regard my newly cleaned grout?
What about the TV shows we love? The restaurants where we like to eat. Our opinions on every sporting team known to man. Is God not greater than all of these? And yet...
It's not always easy to talk about your faith. You're pinned as a religious zealot and suddenly people are leaving you off their happy hour invites (Jesus did drink wine, by the way). Or frankly you're not sure what to say! What if someone asks you a question about the Bible and you don't have an answer? Then there's my personal favorite, "My faith is personal." Well of course it is. But it's not you people need to hear about. It's Christ.
Our pastor made an interesting point in his sermon this weekend. Evangelism, he says, seems intimidating. But evangelism isn't about sharing your religious beliefs. It's about sharing the love of Christ with others. Building a relationship. The rest flows from there. And when you think of it that way, how can you not share it?
People need to know about Jesus, y'all. So in the interest of full disclosure, I love grout paint. I also love Jesus. I learn something new every time I go to church, but I still have to use the table of contents to find Nehemiah in the Bible. There were more than three wise-men. I can't remember the exact date I accepted Jesus into my heart, but I know He's there. I don't do chanting and I hate the smell of incense and I'm not sure I love organ music. But I don't think God cares anyway. I KNOW He loves you, though, and so I'm happy and humbled to do the same. I'll let God take it from there...
XOXO...Kelly
