A Lifetime of attending church, Sunday School classes, and weekly bible studies; and yet I learned more about living as a Christian in three encounters at McDonald's than in all those church activities combined.Intellectually I understand Jesus' incredible love for the people he met during his lifetime. He modeled the importance of relationships, community, and loving your neighbor. But I fear that as much as I disdain what the evangelism guy did, I'm not much different. I'm guilty of reducing evangelism to some type of program: three sure fire steps to winning the lost, free bottled water or the speech that conquers all objections.
The McD's encounters have given me a real sense of freedom. I am realizing that the "structured evangelism" I learned over the years caused me to miss the point most of the time. Instead of winning souls or conquering the lost I need to slow down and just love people in the small moments of my day. Maybe as I love in the little things doors might open for bigger encounters down the road. Or maybe not. Either way, it's in these little moments that the imprint that Christ has on our hearts has a chance to become visible


There's a band that I have been following for a few years. They are a Christian act who've done a handful of albums and had pretty good success. The front man is great about giving his testimony at each concert. He lived hard, did a lot of drugs, and then came face to face with Jesus who then rescued this singer from the misery that was his life before Christ. It's a great story. Each and every time I hear it. And there in lies the rub.














Now my wife loves breakfast. There're no two ways about it and I used to make breakfast for her every Saturday. We'd sleep in and then make a big production out of this ritual and drag it out all morning. However, if I woke up before her, she didn't just get breakfast, she got breakfast in bed. Week after week she'd eat it up and smile dreamily all morning.