He's Always There

Work is crazy this week with March for Babies less than two weeks away, but I need a few minutes to come up for air.  So, let me share with you something that has been on my heart while I take a break.  Our Pastor shared a video this Sunday at church that has a pretty powerful implication, and I have not been able to let it go.

Take a few minutes to watch this video.  This is Penn Jillette, a very outspoken atheist, well-know for his comedy and magic show in Vegas, Penn & Teller.

Convicting right?  Did you catch the part where he said, "If you believe in heaven and hell, how much do you have to hate someone to believe that everlasting life is possible and not tell them about it?" 

Wow!  I want to be a "kind, and nice, and sane person" not afraid to look someone in the eye and show them the genuine love of Christ.  Shouldn't we as Christians have the sense of urgency that he mentions?   He uses the analogy that if we believe without a shadow of a doubt that a truck is going to hit someone, there comes a point when we tackle them to keep them safe.  Why don't we have the same mentality about salvation?  Penn Jillette reflects on his encounter with this man, and doesn't change his belief, at least not yet, but has a great deal of respect for this "good man." 

Isn't that all God requires of us?  To simply share our story of faith, and let Him do the rest.  He alone can change a person's heart, but we can share what God has done in our life.  I find great responsibility, but also freedom in that.  I pray that Penn Jillette never forgets the goodness of that man who witnessed to him and one day comes to know the love and goodness of Jesus as his savior.  I heard this song on the radio this week and it brought me peace.  We have a lot going on right now, and being reminded that He is always there is so comforting. 

I vividly remember coming home from school when I was eight years old after having a fight with a girl friend one day in tears.  I was so upset my friend would betray me and not be there when I needed her.  I told my mom I wanted a friend who would always be there for me and would pick me up when I fell down, and that I thought that friend was Jesus.  She prayed with me and since that day, I know His holy spirit has been with me all this time.  As we get ready for Easter and celebrating our risen Lord, I pray that I would not be afraid to share the kind of friend my Jesus is to me.