Monday, Dec. 14
I’ve been thinking quite a bit about witnessing lately—or lack of it. As I tried to evaluate my short comings in this area, it came to me that I’ve been looking too much at the forest, and not enough at the trees. There’s a world of unbelievers out there, which overwhelms me. I came to realize that I am only responsible for the ones I meet, not the ones that I don’t meet. That narrows it down quite a bit. While I can pray for the lost in China or India, and I can give or otherwise support those who are sharing the gospel there, I’m not responsible for witnessing to them personally. Theoretically, that frees me up to concentrate on the people I meet in daily life, a clerk at the grocery store or the gas station or a fellow passenger on a bus or plane. Will this make a difference as I meet relative strangers? Maybe yes, maybe no. If I have “sincere love” as spoken of in Rom. 12:9, I will make the effort. I may not get too far in two or three minutes, but as the chorus says “This little light of mine . . . .” This needs to be in my mind all the time. I can’t make their decision for them, but I can give them an option. Pray for me, please.
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