Confessions of a Crappy Evangelist
Let’s just get it out there: When it comes to evangelism, I’ve got a lot to learn. A lot. And no, this isn’t some kind of teaser to keep you reading so I can tell you how great I am at sharing my faith.
It’s just the truth. Fact is, I mask it well. Most of the people I hang out with are people of faith. I didn’t sit down and plan it that way, but it’s the way it is.
A normal week for me means little or no interaction with those who don’t agree with me when it comes to God. For starters, I go to church on Sundays, then hang out at home. Easy interactions, no sweat.
Our Sacred Honor
The counts vary, but many gave their fortunes. For instance, William Paca of Maryland used his own money to provide uniforms for the Continental Army. Ten lost their homes and another seven suffered almost total loss of their property.
One, Thomas Nelson of Virginia, realized British officers occupied his home. He told American forces to fire upon it, and they did. Nelson’s home was destroyed, a reminder of what Nelson pledged when he signed the Declaration.
As for sacred honor, not one signer reneged on his pledge. That’s good enough for me..
Wearing the Hat
Though I haven’t played any real competitive golf in 30 years, I’m still a member of the United States Golf Association—for a good reason. They give me a hat.
Yes, when I renew my membership by forking over $10 or $15 each year, they send me a commemorative U.S. Open hat. I think that’s cool, because I’m a nerd when it comes to golf. I like golf hats, so I am an established, dues-paying member of the USGA.
1st Faith 101: A Fascinating Journey
Looking from another perspective, a 1stFaith is honest enough to look at ourselves—whatever our denominational background—and ask, “Is what I believe consistent with what they focused on in those first days of Christianity?”
A First Century Faith – Let’s Go
With a new look on the web page, we’re back in pursuit of a First Century Faith. But first, what in the world is a First Century Faith . . . and why does it matter?
Lessons From A Bladder Challenged Dog
As for learning patience, Aubie has a habit of meeting someone new at the door by wagging his tail in excitement . . . and making a puddle on the floor. Thank the Good Lord for hardwood.
Back in 1980 I had scarcely opened a Bible; much less read one. I was a senior in high school and to that point never saw a reason to spend my time reading some archaic tome I believed had no relevance to my life.