You're stuck in a burning building and have lost all hope of making it out alive. But then, at the very last possible minute, a firefighter bursts into the room, grabs you, and carries you out unharmed. Now, I don't know about you, but if I had been the one trapped in the building, I would not be able to keep that story to myself. I would want to tell everyone about how I was rescued, and more importantly, to tell them all about my "rescuer."
In ways similar to this hypothetical scenario, Jesus came and rescued us from sin and death when there was no other way, when there was nothing we could do to save ourselves. Regrettably, this is something I take for granted far too often and I fail to share this good news with others. When it comes to sharing my faith and telling people about Jesus, I tend to make excuses about why I can't or why I shouldn't.
I have such a hard time finding the right words to say since my brain injury.
I'm not qualified.
I'm sure somebody else will do it.
I don't think they will listen.
I don't want to sound judgmental.
I think they will ask me questions and I won't know the answer.
I'm very busy and I don't really have the time.
I tried before and it didn't change anything.
But I don't want to keep making these same old, tired excuses. I don't want to keep expecting other people to do it. I don't want to keep worrying about what others may think of me. I don't want to think about all the things that could go wrong if I do.
Just as I would undoubtedly and excitedly tell others about a firefighter who rescued me from a burning building, I want to be bold and courageous in telling others about the God who came and saved me.