Last Wednesday we spent about an hour evangelizing in Seattle. I was absolutely terrified at the prospect, but I would say it was the best part of the week. Not because it made me feel good about myself, not because I had fun meeting people, and not because I liked convincing others. On the contrary, I didn't enjoy that at all. However, I believe God used that time to give me more of a heart for the lost.
Since Sunday, we had been learning about different belief systems and the various ways people viewed life. I absorbed this information and understood it, but did not completely comprehend that there are actually people that believe this until we went out and asked others what they thought happened when they died or if they believed in a higher power than themselves. For a while after that, I just felt like I had this heavy weight on my shoulders.
That night at dinner, I stared at my food and, though I was hungry, the sick feeling in my stomach turned the sweet corn on my plate raw and saw-dusty in my mouth. As I stared down at my food, my eyes began to mist over and the faces of those that I had spoken with earlier flashed through my memory. They are all so lost, every one of them. And all I could do was pray. Pray that God would reveal himself to them and that He would use our words to plant seeds in their hearts, because behind each of the faces we talked with was a dying soul headed to a eternity without Christ.
I'm really thankful that I chose to go, as difficult as some of it was, because I know that God used that week to change and mold me into more of the person that He desires me to be. All in all, it was a good week.
"Hallelujah, all I have is Christ! Hallelujah, Jesus is my life!"
Till next time,
~Jerusha :)
