A massive evangelistic event was afoot in Washington, D.C. There was all-day activity, preaching, and Christian contemporary music. And there were Christians, lots of Christians.
I stepped onto the Metro one night after work, and I soon realized some of the attendees of the event were on the train. In addition to looking like fanny-pack tourists, they were wearing Christian-themed t-shirts. Two middle-aged women in the group were quietly talking about their strategy for sharing their faith with strangers on the train….
Update: after my wife read this post today, she correctly pointed out how ironic it was that I was talking about how to lovingly approach others about matters of faith, yet I was incredibly unloving to the two middle-aged women featured in the story. I apologize for putting myself in the position of God’s chosen evaluator. As a courtesy to my readers, I’m deleting the words about these women, which I wrote with such a critical spirit, and I’ve only left the scripture verse that was at the end.
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing (1 Corinthians 13:1-2).