Evangelism
I've just read the blog of a dear friend who does not know Christ.
How my heart breaks for him... he is tired, though he will not show it. Oh the endless wandering of the mind for answers! It betrays an even more restless heart, deadened to sensation by the unceasing routine of waking and sleeping, not being able to make sense of what lies in between. My friend, do you not believe there is more?
"What is love?" he asked me in year 1, over breakfast.
Always reticent, strong, contending with the power of his mind.
"Christ", I answered over the next 3 years.
We spoke of many other things. Friends, poetry, music, physiology, language, and apologetics. Always for me these held a meaning, because I knew who I was in Christ. Always he sought for meaning.
My friend, the answer your heart cries for, is the answer you have repeatedly pushed away.
Beneath the veneer of intellectual smoothness, like a polished floor, I have pierced to the depths of your heart, haven't I?
There was once you teared.
My friend, there is nothing wrong with vulnerability. Don't be afraid. your Father in heaven knows, He knows your hunger all too well. He showed me. And I told you I was praying for you. My friend, I am still praying.
"What is love?" He is still asking in year 4, over lunch. This time he did not utter the question, but it was swimming at the bottom of all his thoughts.
My friend, your Father will make a way =)
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