This is going to be a short note, but I think it can be short. The crux of the whole matter spans a lifetime of thinking, living, saying–but it can be summed up quickly.
Why say it? Because I forgot this truth for a while, and it’s worth remembering.
The Gospel is good news. That’s it’s definition: good news. Sometimes–oftentimes–I am caught up with the fear of being a witness, talking about my faith, Christianity, Jesus Christ and God. I’m afraid people will be offended. That they will be angry. In fact, that somehow I’ll hurry them away from salvation rather than draw them to it. (Of course, I know it’s not really me who’s drawing them closer to Christ–it’s Christ Himself.)
As I muse about talking to people I don’t know–and people I DO know–about living a life for God, about salvation, and the life of Christ, I remember that what I’m sharing is something wonderful. Something inexplicably delightful and hopeful and good.
Naturally, a life mimicking Christ is a life against the grain. But it’s worth it. Because it’s still good news.