I thought it would never happen to me. But it has.
Since becoming a Christian eight years ago, I've noticed something interesting about the church. Generally, the longer a person is a Christian, the fewer non-Christian friends he has … and the less opportunities he has to share his faith with others. I thought that would never happen to me.
You see, I have a heart for evangelism. But the more I've become involved in the church, the more I've become involved with the churched. It seems that being a part of a local church often means spending time doing all those "church things," leaving little time to spend with those who have not heard of or responded to God's grace. I now find myself talking a lot about evangelism—in workshops, seminars, and in writing—but not doing very much of it anymore.
But all that is changing for me. I am God's ambassador among the lost. It's the sick who need a doctor most, not the healthy. While God may call me to equip and disciple others to make disciples, I must continue to be a disciple maker. It's who God made me to be.
I'm starting a new small group. In fact, as I write this, I'm preparing for our first actual meeting tomorrow night. Our first purpose is to reach out in the immediate neighborhood in which my family lives. Five others from church will be in this group with us. We are seeking to birth a new group in another part of town by the end of summer.
I have been praying for specific people in my neighborhood for more than six months now. I've been befriending them and looking for ways to develop deeper relationships with them. I've asked the Holy Spirit to give us opportunities to share with them, and we've seen those opportunities come. Meanwhile, the apprentice in ...