Since last week when I first felt real conviction about not sharing my faith, I have done a lot of praying and soul-searching. And in that process I have become hyper-aware of my surroundings when I’m out and about in the world. So last week while I was working at my other job a buddy of about five years called me up and wanted me to answer a question about the bible. On the surface, it seemed like I was just settling a debate between my friend and someone he was talking with. What I didn’t realize was that my buddy had struck up a bible conversation out of an intense curiosity and was, in fact, pondering eternity and the after-life!
The next night he called me again. He had another question about the bible! And this time, we stayed on the phone a little longer and I was able to get a little deeper into what was going on inside of him. God was indeed calling this man to salvation, I could feel it! I was so excited for this person that when I got off the phone I immediately began to pray for him and thanked the Lord for including me in such a special thing!
So, the next night he called me AGAIN with, yet another question, and he was wanting to share his feelings on what he had been reading in the bible. He told me he couldn’t put it down, that he just had to keep reading! My friend is truly on the road to eternal life with Jesus!! He hasn’t quite gotten there yet, but he’s close. I praise God for it!
I haven’t heard from him in a few days. And I’m sure it’s because of the holiday hustle and bustle. But in the time since I last spoke with him I have had some pretty sad questions in my mind. How many of my friends and buddies have been deeply curious about Jesus over the last few years that I never cared enough about to pay attention to when they exhibited signs of that very thing? How many encounters has the Holy Spirit set up for me to share my faith with someone where I failed to capitalize on His supernatural influence in my circumstances? More conviction.
So I encourage you all to ask yourself this question… Am I really paying attention to the people around me? Because I can promise you this; if you are a born-again Christian, the Lord is putting people in your path.
That’s my Tell The World Tuesday story. What’s yours?
Why Christians should embrace the devilish holiday with gusto—and laughter.
By Anderson M. Rearick III
A few years back, our local Christian radio station ran a poll asking whether Halloween is spiritually harmful. The response from a predominantly evangelical audience here in Ohio was two-to-one against Halloween. This did not surprise me. It is now popular in some Christian circles to repudiate any celebration of All Hallows Eve—Halloween.
“We all know what day is coming,” said a young woman in the choir of the Rhode Island church my wife and I attended when I was working on my doctorate. “And I think we need to be in prayer that the evil powers and principalities be held in check over this next weekend.” Halloween fell on a Sunday that year, making the event seem all the more sinister. On the calendar of events for the Christian college where I teach, October 31 sits in a dark square with no acknowledgment that there is anything special about the date.
“It’s Satan’s Holiday, Dr. Rearick,” affirmed one of my students. “Didn’t you know?”
Well, no, I didn’t know. And I am reluctant to give up what was one of the highlights of my childhood calendar to the Great Impostor and Chief of Liars for no reason except that some of his servants claim it as his.
Give up nothing
I have always considered Halloween a day to celebrate the imagination, to become for a short time something wonderful and strange, smelling of grease paint, to taste sweets that are permissible only once a year. How wonderful to be with other children dressed up as what they might grow up to be, what they wished they could be, or even what they secretly feared. All of us, dreams and nightmares, were brought together on equal footing, going from door to door to be given treats and admired for our creativity. How delightful to go to parties with doughnuts, apples, brown cider, and pumpkin cakes—and to hear spine-tingling ghost stories and feel our hearts skip a beat when the teller grabbed for us.
I am DeepWaterWalker, and this is my web log. I consider myself to be a deep thinker. And the concept of publishing my thoughts on the world-wide web has intrigued me for a very long time. So, here I am. I have yet to decide whether this will be a public blog or a private one. As of now, it will be public. I have no preconceived notions about this process. I come into this a virgin to the blog world.