Those crazy evangelists

First of all, I want to say that I hated missing last week--but it was great to be in Nashville with my fam!  Also, those questions you asked are incredible.  I can't wait to delve deep into those issues with you all.

This weekend, the bulk of my time was spent with my 19 year old sister.  Some of you know her.  She is a doll.  The thing I admire most about her is that she truly does not care what anyone thinks about her.  She knows who she is and has no qualms if people can't accept her or like her.  

On the plane to Nashville, she and I were having deep discussions about evangelizing, homosexuality, sin nature, and on and on.  We were talking pretty loudly and I know people around us were listening.  At one point I got totally squeamish-- thinking, "What are these people thinking as they hear our conversation?!" --as my sister rattled on and on about heaven and hell, salvation, Jesus Christ is the only way, and so on.  

Paul's words rang in my head.  

 For I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is God's power for the salvation of everyone who believes, of the Jew first and of the Greek as well. -Romans 1:16

Do you ever get squeamish worrying about what others around you are thinking when they hear a "Christian" conversation, see you praying over your lunch, or find out you're a Christian?  I hate that I do at times.  The Gospel is "God's power for the salvation of everyone who BELIEVES!"  I should want to shout it across rooftops; NOT worry about people overhearing a conversation between my sister and I--a conversation that could point them to Christ!  

Someone once told me the analogy--knowing the way to salvation is like having the cure to AIDS.  We have the cure for sin and eternal death.  So why do I get nervous about people thinking I'm a crazy evangelist or Jesus freak?  My sister sure doesn't.  She knows Christ is her Savior and is completely unashamed to tell anyone about it--even a whole plane full of passangers.