When you start praying for God to send you where He wants you, you don't generally expect it to be somewhere as mundane as your own home. You also don't expect your mission to be witnessing to the door-to-door Jehovah's Witnesses. But, when you ask and God answers, it's better in the long run just to go with it. So, tomorrow, sometime around lunch time, I will not be opening my door in my underwear, nor will I be turning off all the lights and hiding with the kids in the bathroom, waiting for "those" people to leave. Nope. I will open my door, invite them in, and pray desperately that God will give me something to say that will make sense and not come out sounding hurtful or judgmental, because I am sure they get enough of that already.
Honestly, I am terrified. It would be so much easier to remain politely silent while they read their little book to me, or to even tell them I'm not interested and ask them to never come back, but I think God doesn't want me to do either one of those things. I think I am supposed to say something. The dilemma is this: if what they believe is true, then there is no hell and I have to earn my way into God's favour by following an organization that dictates to its members what they can and cannot do, then I want no part of it. But, if there is a hell, and a God who loves me and who has provided a way for me to be right with Him SIMPLY by believing in Jesus Christ, well then, it seems pretty important that I warn as many people as possible. Even if doing so is a little scary. or tedious. or uncomfortable.
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