I’m really bad about witnessing to people. Or evangelizing, or whatever it’s called. The whole, “Are you a Christian, come to church with me” thing is hard to do. I’m much better when I write things down and let you ponder them as we both sit in our respective living rooms wearing pajamas and fuzzy bunny slippers. Actually, my favorite slippers of all time were a pair of bear feet. And I did spell it correctly. Bear feet. They were really comfortable and fun to wear because the cats were terrified of them and would try to stalk the little claws. But I wore them so much they pretty much ended up smelling like a dead bear and Dear Husband made me throw them away. True love only “nose” so much.
So this, this stuff I can do. But meeting people and inviting them to church? That’s scary. And I don’t know why? I mean, I sing in the praise band–I’m right there in the thick of things. Maybe that’s it. If I invite someone and they don’t like the sermon (oh, that wouldn’t ever happen Pastor Rick or Pastor Walt) or they weren’t into the music, or it just wasn’t their thing–I think I’d take it personally–like I’d somehow failed to bring someone to Jesus because I was singing off-key. I’m possessive of my church and if I like someone and they don’t like the church–that’s just too much conflict for me.
So I write. But The Girl–she invites. Everyone. All the time. She’s been inviting a little girl in the class across from hers. We’ve been picking her up on Wednesday nights and bringing her to WOW. And last Sunday, the girl brought her family. And I thought, “Wow, that’s really great. I’m so proud of my daughter for doing that.”
The Girl didn’t worry that the friend wouldn’t like her church friends or activities. She didn’t spend hours wondering if it was the right thing to do. She didn’t worry that the girl wouldn’t like what we were serving for dinner. She just knew that she loved going to church and felt that her friend would love going to church. And I think, if the friend hadn’t liked the program, The Girl wouldn’t have cared. She would have just gone to another friend and said, “Hey, wanna come to church with me on Wednesdays? We have a lot of fun.”
I think that we, as adults, spend a lot of time worrying about things that don’t need it. We make things out to be much bigger than what they are and put ourselves in the important place. God should be the one in the important place. Let him do the worrying for us (which he doesn’t need to do by the way, and, really, if God doesn’t need to worry, should we?) It is our job to extend the invitation–“Hey, wanna come to church with me?” And let God deal with the rest.