A few weeks ago, I had this dream that I was over an attorney's house and he was having an event - a party. I didn't know the guy.
From what I remember, a door was opened (metaphorically), and I turned away from everyone and asked heaven to help me, and I shared with them the gospel - starting from what happened that night at Six Flags in 1999.
People confronted me and challenged me, yet there was no fight in me, and I spoke to them as if I were speaking to my mother. And when I woke up, something was stirred in me.
Last weekend, I shared the gospel with someone who was more or less a stranger. In hindsight, I do wish I would have included some things in the message and said some things differently.
All in all, the person was partially receptive, not combative at all, and didn't challenge me at all - they even repeated some things I said back to me (according to their understanding/through their own filter - that part was interesting).
To be honest when I first began speaking with them, I gathered that this person wouldn't insult me or be very combative, but I wasn't entirely sure (not that it mattered at that point). In any case, I imagine this experience won't be true for most others.
I've realized that I'm not a fan of doing the whole 1999 Six Flags intro, but I didn't know how else to begin. If possible, I'll need to figure that part out. Unfortunately, I couldn't start with Christ or salvation from death - but I certainly ended up there.
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