I feel comfortable sharing my faith when ____

[Lamb]

Fill in the blank:

I feel comfortable sharing my faith when ____

 

[Fritz Kobus]

...when someone is interested in hearing about it.

 

[Lees]

Fill in the blank:

I feel comfortable sharing my faith when ____

Sounds like a back door question to the real question of when you feel uncomfortable in sharing your faith.

I have always been comfortable in sharing Jesus Christ. The more antagonistic the person or people, the more I love to testify of Him.

Lees

 

[Lamb]

Sounds like a back door question to the real question of when you feel uncomfortable in sharing your faith.

I have always been comfortable in sharing Jesus Christ. The more antagonistic the person or people, the more I love to testify of Him.

Lees

Not a backdoor question. Just trying to get conversation started.

 

[Jazzy]

My conversations with non-believers usually leads to me telling them about my faith.

 

[Odë:hgöd]

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I feel comfortable sharing my faith when there are no Christians in the vicinity
ready to pounce and dispute my every word.

* I honestly expect newbies in Heaven are shuttled off to a sort of boot camp
immediately upon arrival where they undergo intense indoctrination to ensure their
beliefs are common so there's no debating when they're released into the general
population.

I also expect that a portion of the time spent in a boot camp is devoted to teaching
newbies some manners because Heaven is reputed to be a place of peace. It would
be unfair to the good folks up there if they had to mingle with certain of us just in
from the world.
_

 

[Lees]

.
I feel comfortable sharing my faith when there are no Christians in the vicinity
ready to pounce and dispute my every word.

* I honestly expect newbies in Heaven are shuttled off to a sort of boot camp
immediately upon arrival where they undergo intense indoctrination to ensure their
beliefs are common so there's no debating when they're released into the general
population.

I also expect that a portion of the time spent in a boot camp is devoted to teaching
newbies some manners because Heaven is reputed to be a place of peace. It would
be unfair to the good folks up there if they had to mingle with certain of us just in
from the world.
_

What a testimony. Don't want any Christians around to hear what I say.

Why? Because what you say is not Christian.

Unbelieveable.

Lees

 

[Odë:hgöd]

.

What a testimony. Don't want any Christians around to hear what I say.
Why? Because what you say is not Christian.

I was christened an infant into the Roman Catholic Church in 1944, and eventually
attended catechism to complete First Holy Communion and Confirmation.

My siblings are Catholic, my mother was Catholic, my eldest brother entered the
priesthood and made it to Friar before succumbing to cancer a few years ago. My
wife is a former Catholic, her dad was Catholic, his wife was Catholic, my aunt and
uncle were Catholics, and my wife's cousins are Catholic; one of them is qualified to
teach Catechism and was recently ordained a permanent Deacon.

I was loyal to Rome for the first 24 years of my life till one day in Feb 1968 I was
approached at work by a Protestant minister who asked me if I was prepared for
Christ's return.

Well; I must've been either asleep or absent the day that the nuns in catechism
talked about Jesus coming back because that man's question was the very first
time in my whole life that I can remember somebody telling me. I was 24 and
hadn't a clue what he was talking about.

My initial reaction was alarm because I instinctively knew that were I called on the
carpet for a face-to-face with Christ, it would not go well for me because I had a lot
to answer for. Well; I don't like being made to feel afraid so I became indignant and
demanded to know why Jesus wanted to come back. That's when I found out for
the very first time that it was in the plan for Christ to take over the world.

Then the man asked me if I was going to Heaven. Well; of course I had no clue
because Catholics honestly don't know what to expect when they pass away. I was
crossing my fingers while in the back of my mind dreading the worst.

Then the man said; "Don't you know that Jesus died for your sins?"

Well; I had been taught in catechism that Jesus died for the sins of the world; that
much I knew; but honestly believed all along that he had been a victim of
unfortunate circumstances. It was a shock to discover that Jesus' trip to the cross
was deliberate, and that his Father was thinking of me when His son passed away,
viz: my sins were among the sins of the world that Jesus took to the cross with
him.

At that very instant-- scarcely a nanosecond --something took over in my mind as I
fully realized, to my great relief, that Heaven was no longer out of reach, rather,
well within my grasp!

That was an amazing experience. In just the two or three minutes of conversation
with that man, I obtained an understanding of Jesus' crucifixion that many tedious
years of Catholic masses and catechism classes had somehow failed to get across.
Consequently, my confidence in the Roman Catholic Church was shattered like a
bar of peanut brittle candy dropped to the sidewalk from the tippy top of the
Chrysler building.

Long story short; I eventually went with that man to his church and, along with him
and a couple of elders, knelt at the rail down front and prayed a really simple, naive
prayer that went something like this:

"God, I know I'm a sinner. I would like to take advantage of your son's death"

My prayer wasn't much to brag about; but was no doubt the smartest sixteen
words I'd ever spoken up to that time because seeing as how Jesus gave his life for
the whole world, then God couldn't very well refuse my request; now could He.

• Rom 5:6-8 . . Christ died for the impious. Very rarely will anyone die for a
righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But
God demonstrates His own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ
died for us.

( A really eerie moment happened while I was saying my stupid little prayer. I got a
vivid mental impression of someone there with us. I couldn't see anything or hear
anything, or make out a face or a form. Whatever that impression was hung around
for every last syllable of my prayer, and then it was gone. I'm not a big fan of
paranormal activity but I'm telling you, something was there; and I hadn't been
drinking, wasn't taking any medications, nor have I ever used drugs of any kind
even once. )

I'm 78 years old as of today's date, Jul 22, 2022; and an on-going student of the
Bible since 1968 via sermons, seminars, lectures, Sunday school classes, radio
Bible programs, and various authors of a number of Bible commentaries and special
topics. Fifty-four years of Bible under my belt hasn't made me a seminary-quality
expert but at least competent enough to be useful to inquiring souls now and then.
_