In 2008, before we moved back to Colorado, my mom would always tell me about this girl who worked in the office next to hers. She’d say, “Oh Joy, I wish you lived here, you would just love her! You two would be such good friends, you’re so alike, blah blah blah…” (To clarify, those blah blah blah’s are written with great love and affection for my mom.)
Little did I know, my mom was also saying the same thing to her. “Oh, I wish you could meet my daughter Joy, you would just love her! You two would be such good friends!”
She couldn’t have been more right.
When I did move back to Colorado later that year, we quickly became close friends. Four years later, our kids go to school together, our husbands get along great, she’s my bow hunting buddy, and we are both hopelessly addicted to Starbucks. I love her like one of my sisters.
Sunday we were talking on the phone (shocker) and got into a deep discussion. It quickly went from “on the surface” spiritual stuff to deep “how do I know my sins are forgiven” stuff. Through this conversation, I openly shared my heart, shared the gospel and shared how the Holy Spirit works in my life and what Jesus means to me.
She said to me, “How is it that we’ve been friends for years and we’ve never had this conversation?” My answer came quick and easy. I told her how it’s not just something you throw out there uninvited. You don’t just sit someone down and tell them how to live their life. I didn’t want to offend her and I just figured when the time was right it would be obvious.”
Her answer is burned in my brain.
She said, “Really? You didn’t want to offend me? Joy, it’s kind of a big deal…I don’t think that it matters if I would be offended or not. This isn’t the kind of thing you just hold back on.”
Wow….punch to the gut.
About six weeks ago, a sixth grader in our community was killed in a tragic accident. I talked to her dad shortly after. He told me that, since the accident, the only thing holding him up was Jesus. He had been a christian for over 25 years and until this happened he had been timid in his faith for fear of offending people. In his whole life, he could count the number of people he had shared Christ with on one hand.
Since losing his daughter, his entire perspective had changed. He didn’t care who he offended. He wanted everyone to know the strength and security that true relationship with Christ had brought to his life. He wanted everyone to know what the love of Jesus is really all about. He was going to shout it from the rooftops – that true joy comes from only one place…Jesus Christ.
New plan…share Jesus with those around me. Explain how the Holy Spirit works in my life and how He wants to work in theirs. Tell them that Jesus loves them, that He died for them and that He has a plan for their life.
I will be bold…because it’s kind of a big deal.
When it comes to your faith, are you bold? If not, what’s stopping you?