Am I Ready to Share My Faith?
My friend Dan stood on a subway platform with three strands of rope in his hand. He was using a magic rope trick to share his faith with a group of work-bound New Yorkers. I stood close by with the other members of my missions team, praying silently for Dan.
My youth group had traveled to New York City for a summer missions trip. After receiving evangelism training from an inner-city missionary, we'd broken into teams of around 10 people each and then headed off to subway platforms across the city.
When Dan finished his magic trick and evangelistic talk, one woman started bombarding him with angry questions.
"How many times do you go to church?" she asked in an accusatory tone.
"At least every Sunday," he answered.
"At least?! You're out here preaching to us and that's all you go to church? What makes you think you know so much?"
Sweat trickled down Dan's face. I knew it wasn't just about the summer heat. His eyes had a look of fear and frustration. He tried to answer her questions as best he could, but she was never satisfied. She only became more hostile. Dan only seemed more frustrated. I didn't know what else to do, so I prayed even harder for Dan.
"I think I can help …." The voice came from another woman in the crowd. This was the first time I'd seen her. She was wearing a black dress trimmed in white. Her dress reminded me of something you'd see a preacher woman wearing in an old movie. She spoke gently yet firmly. The other woman started shooting questions about faith and God at her. Dan and the rest of us stood there and listened as the woman in the black dress answered each question, quoting appropriate Bible verses to support what she said.
Eventually, there was a loud rumble as a train pulled up into the platform. The two women walked onto the train together, still talking. The woman who'd been so confrontational seemed to have calmed down. We watched silently as the train moved on to its next stop.
Later that evening when we sat down to talk about our strange experience, we all wondered about the woman in black. Some wondered if she might have been an angel sent to help us out. After all, she seemed to come out of nowhere. We'll probably never know. But I do know that she showed up at the right time with just the right words to say.
It really was like God had sent her to us, but not just to help Dan out of a tough spot. He'd apparently sent the woman in black to share Christ with someone who had great spiritual needs.
No matter where I am or what I'm doing, I know God wants me to be like the woman in black. He wants me to be prepared to share my faith. To do so, I must know my Bible well, and I must make sure I'm living a life that's pleasing to God.
And who knows? Maybe one day I'll get to be at just that right place at just the right time, leaving people wondering if an angel had dropped by.
A recent graduate, Bill plans to serve in one more summer mission trip with his youth group before he heads off to college in the fall.
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