A Confession.

I have a really hard time talking to people about Jesus Christ.

Tonight we did went out around NYU to tell people about Epiphany, an event meant to display the Gospel through various artistic means and reach out to people through different artistic mediums.

We talked about where we would go and with who, prayed, and people went off in pairs. I stayed behind for late comers and to hand out fliers / talking to people in that area. For a large portion of the night, I was by myself.

It was really hard.

Hard because, simply put, I was afraid of approaching people. And I don't know why. I mean, I do, but I don't. I know that I didn't approach people because I'm afraid of what they'll say or what they'll think, I don't like the feeling of getting rejected, I don't like approaching strangers, I feel awkward, I feel uncomfortable.

But I know why I shouldn't be afraid. And why I should be more bold about talking to people.

Because unless someone tells them about the good news of Jesus Christ, who came to save sinners, who died for me, who loves them so dearly... they will never know Him.

More than not knowing Jesus Christ, they are going to die. They are dying as we speak, as I write this post. They are going to suffer for eternity. Severed from God.


God has been placing in my heart a greater desire to see people come to know Him. Maybe it [my heart] still has a lot of growing to do; I have a lot of growing to do. I pray that very soon, I'll be able to just throw myself out there, forget myself, and remember God.

I guess, in that sense, I still haven't completely died to myself yet.