Evangelism, Day 315

This is sort of my reaction to my sister Starr's blog. But it's also something that's been in the back of my mind a lot lately.

I've been looking at people. I've been appreciating people (or trying to a least). We're each so unique and I know that EVERY SINGLE human being breathes the breath of God. I know that we were all created by Him. I know that He cares for and loves us all. I like to think of everyone as sons and daughters of my Heavenly Father. Sadly, and this has come up while I've been reading a few different times lately EVERYONE isn't a son or daughter of God. I hate even typing that but according to the Bible anyone who's accepted Christ's redemption; anyone who acknowledges what God's only begotten Son did on the cross is in a sense adopted into the family. We each become son's and daughters of God once we accept God's Son.

I think evangelism is this: “a preaching of, or zealous effort to spread the gospel (the Good news, the glad tidings of Jesus Christ)” and a beseeching to all of God's creation to join the family. It's like a child who knows that his family is thee absolute best family in existence and this child is searching out and looking for all the orphan children who haven't got a family and asking them to "please, please, please come home and meet my Father and I promise He'll love you and become your Father too!"

This blog puts me to shame. I imagine that I love people. I imagine that I love my Heavenly Father. But honestly I've (with very few exceptions) done a horrible job at asking the orphans to join the family.