I remember once during elementary school, our Sunday School teacher took some of us girls on “visitation” to go see attendees who hadn’t … attended class recently. I still remember the angst of standing on Trina’s front steps, hoping she wouldn’t come to the door. Hi! We all miss you at Sunday School! just seemed a bit awkward, both for Trina and for us. Honestly, I can’t remember whether or not we found any truant students at home or not, but I remember that we went to the Dairy Queen afterward where I bought a sundae for .50, but didn’t have the few extra pennies for tax. The employee wrote my name down along with the amount owed 🙁
In college, I was briefly a member of Campus Crusade for Christ. One wildly enthusiastic girl took me into her group, christening herself my “mom in the Lord.” I had known the Lord much longer than I’d known Vicki, but I let her keep me as a jewel in her crown if it made her feel good.
CCC’s method of evangelism was pretty in-your-face for my tastes, especially when I made a trip with the group to Florida for Spring Break. We were to head out to the beaches daily and interact with the largely drunken and scantily clad masses of college kids there, asking them deep questions like If you were to die tonight, do you know where you’d go?
For a quiet, rather introverted person like me, this was intensely uncomfortable. And even now, I have to admit that “sharing my faith” doesn’t come easily to me. I’m knowledgeable about my faith, it’s quite meaningful to me, and yet … and yet … the topic just doesn’t come up that easily.
“Hey, did you see they posted the kids’ dance costume pictures?”
“Yeah! Umm … Lisa … I was wondering whether you had thought recently about where you’d spend eternity.”
Yeah. I think there’s a reason why the big no-no’s of discussion are politics and religion – although as a good Baptist, at least I do feel guilty over my lack of witnessing.
Then there was always the dilemma: could you witness “with your life” (I much preferred this, but wasn’t sure it really “counted”), or did you have to put it all out there verbally and keep talking until the “victim” prayed the sinner’s prayer?