I'm getting braver about talking about Jesus with non-believing friends. In fact, the last few times I've been out to dinner, I've talked about him. I'm not talking about some kind of full-on testimony. I guess it's more that I've stopped forcing myself to NOT mention him. Even though most people I know think his name is a swear word.
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| Range, the scene of one of my recent crimes |
Now you might think this is baby stuff if you're a big, brash, testifyin' Texan or someone who freely holds hands and says grace at Chili's or just a Christian from
anywhere outside the San Francisco Bay Area. For me, being this bold is a big deal. And the most amazing thing is that I wait for the stunned, perplexed look, the scoff, the incredulous scowl I would have given myself not so very long ago when I shared my friends' worldview...and it never comes.
Instead I encounter gentleness, curiosity, love.
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| Barbacco, another site. No restaurant in San Francisco is safe. |
After each dinner, they send the same emails we always do: "That was so fun. We should do more often. Love you!"
Yesterday I read a great New York Times
article Tim Keller's ministry that was published a few years ago on. Someone paraphrased Keller's approach by saying "You need to enter into a person's worldview, challenge that worldview and retell the story based on the Gospel.' I hope to get there someday. But maybe it starts smaller than that. Maybe it starts, as Keller himself says, with being one of "two Christians I don't think are idiots" for our non-believing friends.
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