Sharing Your Faith

I am not a good salesman. If I had to make a living selling things to people, I would probably starve.

I used to think missions was a thing for super-Christians. 

I sat at a border crossing in the middle of the Albanian refugee crisis. My team and I had been sitting at this particular border for three hours.

I had my first evangelism-induced sweats when I was in seventh grade.

In the past year, I have found myself in more conversations about Jesus with people outside the Christian faith than in any other year since college.

I used to think my testimony could be summed up in five words: I grew up in church. 

What happens when we follow God’s heart right into the midst of the urban poor?

What does it take to become a “multiethnic witnessing community transformed by Jesus reaching every campus culture”?

The first time I was asked to share the gospel at a Proxe Station, I tried to get out of it.

I get the same answer almost every time: “Bible study and prayer.” The scene looks like this: I sit down over coffee with a student who’s stuck in their walk with Christ, bored with the Christian life, and struggling to hear from or care about Jesus at all...