Untangling

An invisible string strangles my neck.

I want to speak. I know I should. “I will not though. I will not open my mouth.”

“But it is cold out there,” I say. “They won’t listen. They will not believe. Embarrassment will surround me.”

Who wants to talk about something that might cause another person to become rigid?

Raise your hand, anyone! Say that you want to talk about Jesus. If you do, you will lose all respect from everyone you know. You will be fired. You will not pass go. Like a machine gun to your face.

“Me! I want to!”  a surprisingly young girl yodels into the room. Her eyes are clear. Her voice is strong. She is not afraid of social disturbance about sharing Christ.

“Jesus loves me. I will tell people about His love for them!” She smiles, little kid charm.

Jesus tells us to be like a child. Maybe that is what He was talking about. Children do not understand social norms. They will be brave in the situations where others would back away, hiding in some lonely bathroom stall.

To be a Christian requires bravery. You have to speak out and take risks. You give up your normal, worldly life for something better by far.

God would like you to speak up. Be careful to hear that small voice urging you on. You might just save someone’s life.

God will work through you. Let Him use your voice.