This past week has been heavy. The talks and sessions were
centered around learning about our sin, things we idolize, and how we refuse to
repent and turn from our sin so many times, meaning we choose sin over Christ.
One thing I love about Beach Project is how real it is. It differs from a camp
setting where lots of emotion and teaching is crammed into one week, with
lights and loud bands, and an incredible speaker. Many nights we simply open
the Word, and reflect on how Jesus is King, and we are His children. Some
nights we get dropped off at the pier, a crowded restaurant, a tourist
amusement park, or the beach and evangelize to others. The word “evangelize” has
always scared me. Talking to someone I don’t know about such a huge topic
terrified me. I would be nervous just thinking about it. One thing that has
recently liberated me from years of feeling nervous, anxious or uneasy about
“evangelizing” is the verse found in 1 Peter 2:9 that I have been memorizing
all summer.
“But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation;
a people belonging to God, that you may declare
the praises of Him who called you out of darkness and into His wonderful
light.”
All I simply have to do is declare the praises of the One
who has changed my life. That’s it. I am not obligated to give some PowerPoint
presentation and wait for a “yes” or “no” at the end of my conversation with
someone. “Leading someone to Jesus” doesn’t have to mean a conversion to
Christianity. Leading someone to Jesus is simply pointing their attention to
Him, directing their thoughts to Him, or informing someone about His glory and
majesty. This has dramatically changed how I view evangelism, and how I
approach people. All evangelism entails is pointing others to Christ. When I
see my heart change from fear to joy when it comes to telling others about the
glory of our King, I can’t deny that Christ is real. I want to be a fisher of
men and feed His sheep. That’s why I’m here this summer: to know Him and make
Him known.
This past week, as we have learned about the specific sin
that entangles us individually, my eyes have been open to many things. My heart
is broken over my sin. Not just because it’s “bad” or wrong, but because it
separates me from the One who has called me out of darkness and into His
wonderful light. A few weeks ago we had a Hillbilly Hoedown Social and everyone
dressed up as rednecks and country hicks. The costumes were hilarious! It was
so funny to see people put pillows in their shirts, wear fake buckteeth, and
have boots and cowboy hats on. As children of the King, when we choose sin, we
choose to put on a costume. In reality, we are royal priesthoods, sons and
daughters of the King. When we choose sin, we choose to dress up as something
we are not, a lot like we did the night we wore flannel cut off shirts and
bandanas for the social. It hurts to see my sin and it hurts to identify the
specific idols in my life. Although it’s painful to recognize sin, it’s
essential for growth and necessary in order to see our need for Christ. The
enemy wants to deceive us and tell us that our sin will satisfy our desires,
when really it satisfies us as long as an ice cube stays frozen on a hot
pavement. One of the speakers this past week said something that has stuck with
me. “Small sin requires a small Savior. Great sin requires a great Savior.” My
need for a great Savior to cover my great sin has shown me that Christ is the
only thing that can truly satisfy my heart.
Pray that my heart will be open to truth and I would have a
surrendered spirit.
Pray for Jesus’ strength to replace my weakness...I have a
week full of early mornings and lots of hours at Starbucks, and I am exhausted!
This week at work, Beach Project is challenging us to start an “Investigative
Bible Study” with our co-workers. I am praying for God to help me, Emily and
Erin to be lights to our co-workers at Starbucks and to lead us into spiritual
conversations with them.
Pray that I would love my roommates and serve them with joy.
Pray that I would continue to be broken over sin in my life,
and desperate for God’s grace and character.
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