This past Sunday, my LIFE group went up to Pierpont to share some homemade wings and Victors Pizza and watch the Superbowl. While chilling, we ran into a guy whose name is Ahmed and who attends a mosque in northern Ann Arbor.
I asked him where he was coming from and he boldly stated that he was coming from prayer time and that he goes to Jummah prayer every Friday.
Sometimes I'm far too timid about my faith.
I told him I'd talk to him after the game, so afterward I headed over and asked him if he was indeed a very devout Muslim.
He replied, "I try to be. I try my hardest... But I still sin sometimes."
That statement broke my heart, and I know it breaks God's. I wonder how many Christians feel this way; that the only way out of condemnation is to avoid sin by our own effort. I didn't share the gospel with him then, because he was heading out. I don't know how much he needed to hear it then and there. I'll label it a missed opportunity.
It reminded me how long it's been since I've just gone out, willing and open to share the gospel with anyone who's willing to hear. My heart for evangelism has grown stale, and as I talked with people I realized how much I'd forgotten to be prepared to share the gospel even in my own workplace and neighborhood.
God, keep me on my toes. Feet fitted with readiness of the gospel of peace; always prepared to give a reason for my hope.
