I have never led anyone to Christ. There it is, I said it. Finally.
Oh yes, I have pointed people in the direction. I have talked and taught all about Him. I have even invited people to come to know Him through the writing and teaching He has called me to. But face to face, praying the sinners prayer with them? I am sorry to say, I haven’t done it.
Not because I don’t want to, I just haven’t had the opportunity because I live safe.
I live in a safe house in a safe town. I drive a safe car to a safe job and go to a safe Church. (did I mention that safe job is AT my Church?)
I shop in safe places and eat out in safe places. I have safe friends and safe interests. I am practically en robed in bubble wrap.
Sure, I come across people all the time. I smile, I chit chat. I even ask them where they go to Church. I have even invited them to Church. I just haven’t prayed with them to enter into the Kingdom.
Why? Because for the most part they are all like me. They are safe too.
It’s not that I am ashamed or scared. As a matter of fact, I will teach you, disciple you, pray with you and for you. I will share my life with you, all of it. I have nothing to hide. So in that sense I guess I could say I don’t play it safe all the time.
I love to teach. I love to tell others what He has taught me and done for me. I love to tell what He brought me to and through.
I teach because I want to and I teach because I truly care about others. If at all possible I want to point out the pitfalls so you can avoid them. But then I guess that means I am trying to keep you safe doesn’t it?
Safe is not why we are here. Safe is not what keeps people from Hell. Safe is not what seals the deal. Safe is good don’t get me wrong, but safe is not always best. Safe doesn’t rattle the gates of Hell or dig in the trenches. Safe doesn’t go the extra mile.
I am not saying I don’t want to be safe, I like safe and I believe God uses me in the safe. I thank God for the safe. I just know He has more for me than safe. I don’t want to be sorry. Sorry for those I missed. Sorry for those that are lost but don’t have to be. Sorry for the ones that needed a touch that I didn’t give. I don’t want to be sorry for the ones who needed Him but I didn’t lead them.
I think it’s time to see what unsafe feels like. Jesus didn’t do safe and I don’t want to either. I know I can’t do this without Him and the power of His Spirit in me. I know I am only the instrument He uses, I just have to yield to Him and be willing. Even as I type these words I am thinking what am I getting into? But I would rather NOT be safe or sorry.
Living Free,
Rene’
