I don’t typically choose to share what I think about current issues, but I’ve heard very few people talk about our opportunity for evangelism right now (which should be the highest priority of Jesus-followers), so that’s why I want to share my thought process with you.
Let’s just jump right in:
I believe that this COVID-19 season has produced the simplest opportunity for evangelism we’ve ever had.
I’ve come to this conclusion by asking the two following questions:
- What is the role of the Church in this epidemic?
- What is the role of the the individual Christian in this epidemic?
So, if you belong to a church and you are a Christian, I’m writing to you.
Let’s break it down. Continue reading “COVID-19 IS THE SIMPLEST OPPORTUNITY FOR EVANGELISM WE’VE EVER HAD”
She broke the alabaster flask. & with it, her identity shattered to pieces.
I can only imagine how hard she cried.
Enough tears to wash His feet.
Her long hair, now caked with mud & pretty face, now red with tears—
she gave up her desire to be the awe of man.
She was in awe of the Lord; so, she washed His feet.
& He washed her heart.
I can’t count the times I’ve held a “street”-girl, opened my eyes from a prayer & looked down to see the sidewalk, dotted with tears. Continue reading “ALABASTER FLASK”
She handed me two unripe mangos her family had picked earlier that day from trees that were not ready.
hot tears were dripping off her cheeks onto the cool, concrete floor of that small house. In my broken Spanish, I had asked her how she was & she opened her heart to me like she had opened her home.
“My husband’s motorcycle is broken, so he can’t go to work. We don’t have money for food. All we have is these unripe mangos.” Continue reading “SOUR MANGOS”
I’ll remember when others betrayed me & used me,
but You restored my purpose. You saw me:
Jehovah-Roi. Continue reading “I’LL REMEMBER”
Obedience is sacrifice, so where’s the sacrifice?
This is a question I’ve had on my heart.
This culture I live in is designed so that I can go nearly a whole day without making any sacrifices. I can eat what I want, when I want. I can hang out with the friends of my choosing. I can wear what I want. I can spend all my time how I choose. I can live selfishly.
But then, where’s my cross? Continue reading “JEHOVAH-JIREH”
I remember walking into her house. I specifically remember how empty it was.
Similar to the numerous other brightly painted concrete houses we’d been in and out of, there wasn’t much furniture to begin with, but she–
She had barely anything. Cold walls and floors in sharp contrast to the relentless Dominican heat. I don’t know where her family was, if she had a family, but she was probably only a little older than me, I think.
We asked about her name, her age, her life; frankly, I don’t remember her answers because I can only remember her response to our question: how can we pray for you?
Her response changed my life. And I believe, friend, that it will change yours too, if you let it. Continue reading “GRATITUDE”
Only a person who is a slave would enslave another.
Only a person who has lost the battle to guilt would take away the weapons of a guilt-fighter.
Only a person who hides from shame would profit on the shame of another. Continue reading “ONLY A SLAVE”