Saturday night, I'm sitting at home and the doorbell rings.
Figuring that it might be Sarah Michelle Gellar finally coming to her senses and leaving Freddie Prinze, Jr. for me, I answer the door.
As I look out the peephole, I see two guys in white shirts and ties.
Ugh, I sigh to myself. The Jehovah's Witnessess.
I open the door and am immediately hit with the hard sell. "We're here to share out your Lord and Savior Jesus Christ" they start in.
Ha, ha, I think, I'm a Christian so this should politely defeat the argument. "I appreciate it, but I'm a Christian."
"Good for you. Would you like some brochures and a free gift?"
"Um, no thanks," I reply as I close the door.
Here's the thing--I'm not ashamed of my personal relationship with Jesus. But I don't honestly have the gumption to go out and share that testimony door to door with strangers. I mean, I take seriously the comission to go out and make disciples of all nations, but I also realize that it's about finding the right time and place to do so. Maybe a lot of people are saved door to door or maybe these guys come by at just the right time for other people in their walks. But to me it's just an annoyance....
posted by Michael Hickerson at 7/29/2006 08:36:00 PM |
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