A Quiet Hope

I do believe my calling from the Lord is to go and make disciples of the people, striving to share with them the Light of Life. But I recognize that there is only one wise way to go about this. And it isn’t by force or through subjugation, or by rolling out my portfolio and shoving a thousand cheap gimmicks down a vulnerable throat, like a car salesman trying to sell a used car. I don’t think witnessing is reduced to a formula, or a style, or can be mastered by following a script. God is love, and profoundly more holy than I will ever pretend to know. If I am a witness to the gospel, it’s that I have been humbled, defeated, changed. My witness come from the battle scars in my soul that have been healed only by diving healing hands. Because of such wonder, at best I can only ever say to someone about my Lord, I have been found, and I don’t completely understand how that happened. A witness to Jesus Christ begins by sharing His grace, and from there, expounding on it through friendship and love.