What follows is an on going story. Please read these previous posts before continuing if you haven’t already:
I know the gospel and I know how to share it with others, but doing so has always been nerve wracking for me, until that moment. On that day the Lord began taking away my fear of others and of what they might think of me, beginning His process of freeing me to fully enjoy the privilege of sharing Him with the world!
So, with my new found freedom, I walked across the hall.
Mekhi answered his door and, upon my request, followed me into our apartment. On the way, I told him that we were going to help financially, but only if he allowed me to share the gospel with him. Somewhat bemused, he agreed. We sat down at the dining room table to begin.
Feeling prompted by the Lord, I prefaced with a most important clarification: that Mrs. linville and I were not good people, and this financial act of benevolence didn’t affect that. Only Christ is good and all goodness comes from Him and from being in Him.
He was confused. Good. That’s honesty.
With that unintentional introduction, the Lord had led me to express our depravity which logically requires an explanation of original sin! Praise God, He really does give us the words to say! This lead into God’s justice in forgiving sin while remaining just: the necessity for Christ’s deity, incarnation, personal perfection, wrongful condemnation, prophetic crucifixion, atoning expiration, redeeming resurrection, and miraculous ascension!
Such topics were not expressed so tersely to him; although, God did drastically limit my propensity to proliferate verbiage. Yes, He did! It happened!
Mekhi didn’t break eye contact with me once while I shared with him, but I didn’t realize this until after his humble reception of our gift and departure. During the moments following, I felt confident that something substantial had really gotten through to him. But how substantial?
The doorbell rang.
Mekhi entered holding a Bible, asking where he should start reading! All Glory to God! Having only moments before our Sunday night small group started shuffling in with the distracting aroma of food and the cacophony of children, we looked over John 1:1.
The experience was greater than any I have ever had. It was more than I would ever deserve. I was in awe, but this was nothing compared to the awe that I would know on the following night.
…To be continued in Act 4…