Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Wanting Them To Know

A few days ago I was listening to a lecture as part of the course I'm taking at BBN's Bible Institute. (http://www.bbnbi.org/) This particular course covered evangelism, and the minister told a story of a man he knew that he loved so much and wanted so badly to get saved that it made him feel as if he was going to die. I thought he was exaggerating a bit, and didn't quite understand how someone could feel that way.

Then the next day I found that one of my friends in an online art community is an atheist. Of course I was saddened by this news, but not until I tried to sleep that night did I understand what the minister was talking about. I felt as if someone had taken a knife and stuck it in my chest, and I thought I would soon perish from the pain of the blow. I had never felt so passionately or wanted so badly for someone to know Christ and come to salvation, and it hurt so much. I kept tossing and turning and praying for said individual, so I didn't get much sleep that night. Later the next day I read one of his messages since I had asked him a question about his beliefs, and he mentioned how he used to attend Christian school and the people there tended to violently make people accept the beliefs they presented. He said there were other reasons why he decided to become and atheist, but he did not feel it was necessary to mention since we did not have the same mindset.

This saddened me further to find that Christians that have the oppurtunity to share the Gospel would dare conceive the notion they would have to force the individual to do so. Christ has given us free will, hence the reason we need salvation in the first place, and the reason we can choose Christ as our saviour. Despite feeling utterly disappointed in the Christian population, I listened to my next lecture, and I found great comfort in it. The minister had experienced a situation similar to mine and explained how he still prayed and showed love to the individual that he wished to win for Christ. I feel I shall do the same. Because even though I've never met this person in the tangible world, he's terribly precious to me, and to think he would have to potential of facing eternal damnation because of something I didn't do makes me agitated.

Strive to be better.


Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Don't Forget to Slow Dance

This is a poem I recieved in a forwarded email. I usually can't stand forwarded emails because they tend to be cheesy and/or a waste of my time. This is a lovely poem; however, that was supposedly written by a young girl with cancer. I corrected some punctuation errors, and changed the format haphazardly, but you should still be able to read it and enjoy it's message. Again, this is not something written by me. I would very rarely if at all write on such a subject.

Have you ever

watched kids on a merry-go-round?

Or listened to
the rain slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?

When you ask "How are you?"
Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?

You'd better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
"We'll do it tomorrow"?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,
And let a good friendship die?

Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"

You'd better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift;
Thrown away.

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower.

Hear the music
Before the song is over.