Thank you for sharing a bit more about yourself in the comments from last Thursday. I am so enjoying going through the comments and getting to know you all a little better. What a joy.
This weekend, besides reading your comments, I also had the honor to speak at an event hosted by some fantastic women in Iowa. Holly and I were trying to decide what people from Iowa are called… Iowanians? Iowonians? Iowans?
In the end, we just decided to call them nice. I loved hanging out with these women, many of whom are married to real farmers! Like they live amongst cattle and fields and have to drive 45 minutes to the nearest Walmart. And nearly 400 of my precious Iowa friends showed up on Saturday. Amazing.
Here is the team that hosted the “Rise and Shine” Women’s conference:
At the end of my first session on Saturday I challenged the women to ask God who needed to hear their story. I’m more convinced than ever people don’t care to hear about our Jesus these days until they meet the reality of Jesus in our lives.
Don’t skim past that last sentence too quickly. Our history with Jesus is our best salvation message.
If you look at the word ‘history,’ it’s interesting to break it in half and see the words, “His story.” That’s the thing this world is dying to hear. People can debate and argue theology all day long but they can’t argue what Jesus has done personally in our lives. Truth lived out is the best sermon.
And we’ve all got people in our lives who need us to take the time to share.
I was profoundly reminded of this a couple of weeks ago when I spoke at a Pregnancy Care Center dinner in Florida. At the end of the night, the center’s director asked a board member to come forward and close the evening in prayer. I almost fell out of my chair when I saw this board member was a guy I’d known in high school.
Well, let me clarify that. I knew who he was. He didn’t have a clue who I was.
He had been in the uber popular crowd- star athlete who dated the beautiful girls. I was one of those girls in high school who was easy to miss. I felt sort of invisible back then. And judging by the blank look on his face when I made the connection we’d graduated the same year, my assessment was pretty accurate.
He apologized profusely for his wild behavior in high school and acknowledged that he could have been voted, “Least likely to grow up to be a pastor.” I agreed. But then again, I wasn’t exactly on the fast track toward ministry back then either.
After we chatted for a few minutes, he got a very serious look on his face. Then he said something I won’t soon forget.
“You know what is really odd, Lysa? All those years of high school and college, I was a very visible person. I had lots of friends. Then I got a college scholarship to play basketball at a major university and there were even more people who knew me. But no one- no peer, no girlfriend, no teacher, no coach, no professor, no fan- no one- not one person ever told me about Jesus. All those years, all those people, and not one time did someone try to tell me the truth. Finally when I was 21 years old, someone took that chance to tell me and it radically changed my life.”
His statement startled me. And I hope it startles me the rest of my life.
No one is beyond the reach of truth.
Not the wispy, invisible girl who thinks of herself as nothing more than a little background noise. And not the star athlete revered by thousands.
Everyone deserves to hear about Jesus sooner rather than later.
And we must never assume that surely someone else would do a much better job than we would.
That’s what I shared with my Iowa friends this weekend. And that’s what I really felt I was supposed to share with you this morning.
Who is in your sphere of influence that needs to hear a bit of your HIS-story this week? Don’t let Satan whisper that this message is meant for other people. It’s not. If you read this, it’s meant for you sweet sister.
And don’t fret trying to figure out how to arrange the perfect situation to connect with that person that came to mind. Just tell Jesus you are willing. He’s very capable of handling all the details. Our job is obedience. God’s job is results.