Keep it to yourself?

Keep it to yourself?

Christianity, Islam, Buddhist, Catholic, the list goes on. Depending on who you are, where you've come from and where you live these religions will spark different reactions. Some spark feelings of love and peace while others spark feelings of fear.

In these days of personal expression, multi cultural societies and extremism the new rule seems to be....

Believe what you wish, but keep it to yourself.

So why do Christians feel the need to share their beliefs? Why do we tell our Friends, work colleagues and family members. If this is happening to you you may feel the Christian person close to you is being pushy or in it for some sort of personal gain. Accumulating tokens in a box that they can swap for rewards in heaven. 

However there is no souls saved quota to get through the gates. We share not to condemn and judge but rather to save and restore. Not only because the Bible instructs us to but because we want to.

The poem below was shared with me by a friend. The author is unknown but it speaks straight into my heart. Whether you are the sender or the receiver how would you feel if this letter was sent from the grave? You cant push, bully or argue someone in to the Kingdom of God but you can make sure they know all their options. After all can you truly love a friend if you haven't shared the gospel with them? And if your not a Christian, what if? What if there is a God and your friend knew this truth and never told you?           

My Friend ?

My Friend, I stand in the judgment and feel that you're to blame somehow,

On earth, I walked with you day by day and never did you point the way.

You knew the Lord in truth and Glory, but never did you tell the story.

My knowledge then was very dim, you could have led me safe to Him.

Though we lived together on the earth, you never told me of the second birth,

and now I stand this day condemned, because you failed to mention him.

You taught me things, that's true, I called you "friend" and trusted you,

but I learn now and it's to late, you could have kept me from this fate.

We walked by day and talked by night, and yet you showed me not the light.

You let me live, and love, and die, you knew I'd never walk on high.

Yes, I called you "friend" in life, and trusted you through joy and strife,

And yet on coming to the end, I cannot now call you "My Friend"

Having a Mary heart in a Martha world - Book review

Having a Mary heart in a Martha world - Book review

No time for solitude

No time for solitude