Every heart is built differently. I’m convinced of it.
God seems to have placed within me something of His own passion and compassion for lost people. Wish I could say I’ve always been a good steward of that heart. I haven’t.
But it happens once in awhile I’ll be in a big crowd and the thought suddenly sweeps over me, “Wonder how many of these people really know Jesus? How many of them are headed for heaven? How many marching toward Hell?”
I’ve thought that thought staring at SuperBowl crowds.
A month ago we were in Bethlehem…visiting the Church of the Holy Nativity—built over the cave where Jesus may well have been born.
I’d been there before when tourism had shriveled to nothing. Not this time. The place was mobbed. There were lines snaking up and around and over. Scads of tourists snapping pictures and standing…and waiting to visit the place where Messiah is said to have been born.
But the thought occurs to me…how many were there merely for a photo…or a passport stamp…rather than to worship the Savior of the World? To my earlier point, how many of these travelers would someday travel to heaven?
It’s sad, in a way. People who would spend so much money, exert so much effort, stand in such long lines…and maybe only know Jesus as a souvenir, not a Savior.
Regardless of whether or not your heart is built like mine, we are all called to share Christ—with our lives and with our words.
Going and telling the Good News is as close to the heart of Christmas as anything on your to-do list.
So who are you going to tell this Christmas? About Jesus!
A sister? A friend? A mom or dad? The neighbor next door and the one two doors down? I remind you…apart from Christ, they are at this moment marching directly for Hell. Do you care? Enough to speak up?