I had a quick thought tonight, and since I wasn’t really able to sleep I grabbed a bite to eat and decided to write a blog post.
I was thinking about times when people ask me about my faith and I never really have anything to say. I always feel like I have tell them something very convincing, but I don’t really got anything like that. Usually I just don’t really say much and the topic gets changed pretty quickly. I usually feel pretty bad for passing up an opportunity to evangelize.
Instead of trying to give people a reason for my faith, or trying to justify it, I wish I could just instead say something like:
“Ya, last night I spoke to God. And on drive to school today I spoke to him in the car. He’s always around me, and I know he’s there.”
The reason that I don’t say much when non believers ask me about my faith is not because my relationship with Christ is very shallow–although it could always be better–it is because I know, or at least I think, they won’t understand. All they see is a system of beliefs and a conviction based on some sort of reasoning.
Well, I am sort of convicted about my relationship with Christ, because I think that if I really did spend more time talking with God and getting to know him I’d be more equipped to tell others about him, because I would know him very well.
I once drove a friend home from school. She was so worn out from life and trying to make it somewhere all by herself. She was crying. I could see Christ reaching his hand out to her, and following her every step in the snow. I think the church has pissed her off so much that she would never consider looking at Christ–she told me that once.
He’s real to me. And alive. He teaches me stuff about life over and over again.
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