Are you an evangelist? The dictionary definition says (1) one who preaches the gospel (2) one who brings converts to Christianity. Nope, I’m not an evangelist. Before she retired, my aunt was a missionary and an evangelist. I admired her. Her family of nieces and nephews idolized her. She was a great worker for Jesus. Maybe I should be more like her.
My preacher at church urges us to go out into the community and spread the good news. I think she means that we should take Jesus with us when we interact with our neighbors, our co-workers, the cashier at the grocery store, maybe the homeless guy on the corner. I don’t carry a Bible with me when I go somewhere. Do you think I should?
Years ago the fellowship I worshipped with assigned us in twos to go door-to-door to share the gospel. Talk about rejection! Slammed doors, cussing, ridicule and only a few welcomes. No, I’m not a door-to-door kind of guy. Hey, I’m not knocking it. God needs workers of all walks. The preacher, the teacher, the organizer, the evangelist, the handyman, the errand boy, the writer, the cleaning crew, the PR man, the musician…..and me.
So, what am I? Where do I fit in God’s scheme? I know what my gifts are and I share them. No, I’m not a talker. I’m that quiet guy who sits in the 3rd to last pew at church service. I sing but the choir doesn’t need my crow-like caws annoying the folks in the front row and the preacher. I don’t play the organ or piano. I’m not especially talented at organizing group functions. So, what can I do?
I can listen to you talk about your pain and grief. I can hold your hand when you’re sad. I can share my strength when yours is running low. I can tell you what Jesus did for me when I was in pain, when I was grieving, when I was sad, when I was weak. I can come beside you and walk with you through the dark times, through the trials, through the loneliness.
Don’t you see? I know the greatest teacher ever. His teachings are eternal wisdom. His love is everlasting. His patience is bottomless. And Jesus wants me to be the best me I can be. He doesn’t need another front man for the missionary work, a speaker who can move crowds to ecstasy, a motivator, a leader, or a teacher. No, he wants me doing what I do best…….just as I am. The invitation is open, you can come too, just as you are.
I come broken to be mended
I come wounded to be healed
I come desperate to be rescued
I come empty to be filled
I come guilty to be pardoned
By the blood of Christ the Lamb
And I’m welcomed with open arms
Praise God, just as I am
Songwriters: SUE C. SMITH, TRAVIS COTTRELL, DAVID E. MOFFITT
© Universal Music Publishing Group, CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP