We prayed, read Scripture, gathered leaflets, and were sent off in twos. It was my first experience of evangelism and I was terrified! Ken, the mission leader, paired me with Sue – whose enormous confidence and relish at the thought of the task ahead compensated for my distinct lack of both.
We stepped out into the rainy Cardiff streets, with a list of doors to knock and people to invite to the church film night, youth event, and guest service. At the third door we knocked, a lovely Muslim lady invited us in to discuss questions of faith and how the Bible answered them differently than the Qur’an. It was hard.
I “wasn’t very good” at evangelism, I concluded. I didn’t know what to say and made any number of rookie errors. But for the first time in an age, I turned good intentions into action. I got to talk about Jesus. What’s more, I wasn’t assaulted, the difficult questions didn’t shred my faith, and the odd unfriendly response didn’t kill me. When we went out next, it was slightly less terrifying.
