“Evangelism is Everywhere”. Trying to correct the typo in this article’s heading! Truth.
Well, I need to finish up and flesh out some of the other blog posts and essays here and shall soon. Lord willing. Well, He is so I don’t need not waffle about it and bring in the Lord like He has a problem with my making an article or post more succint and better-written! 🙂
I’ve received such wonderful advice and pointers and scripture from Brian, this site’s administrator. And I want to take my time to incorporate some of his great ideas and what he has written. It is a blessing and I pray to weave in what he’s written in future blog posts and articles so that you are blessed by what the Lord Jesus laid on Brian’s heart for you.
This topic today is just something that came up during the course of this Sunday and my two-day weekend of worship. Saturday I believe is the true Sabbath and perhaps with Christ2Victory Ministries/ Christ to Victory Ministries Virtual Church, yes you must have a vision and you can have a vision virtually, because God transcends time and space.
Well, prayerfully we (all of us here who join in) can eventually have a time of worship or chat or google hangout or something perhaps on a monthly basis, to start. I’ll have to discuss it with him. We both have to work other places, but I would love for ministry to be a full-time pursuit. I have for many years now. And I think God is making a way somehow.
Some, a lot of all of this is a surprise to me. But God works in mysterious ways and as Isaiah 55:9 says: “His ways are higher than our ways.”
In the interim of all of the aforementioned, I think today’s topic is really an important one: “Evangelism is Everywhere.”
I used to think I had to haul folks to church to try to witness to them. Have them in a sanctified setting to tell them of Jesus’ love for them. Some folks you will never get to come to church until the Lord touches their heart. I remember someone sitting in a tavern and telling me about Jesus. He wasn’t drinking and wasn’t being flirtatious, but was preaching! In a bar! I remember laughing, but he politely kept on witnessing, until he made his point and told me I needed Jesus. I giggled, the laugh of someone full of spirits, and not heavenly ones, but he was planting seeds. I also remember another incident when my dear cousin told me of something very similar that happened to her.
“Why are you talking to me about Jesus in a bar?!” She pointedly asked her evangelist.
“Where else am I going to find you?!” was his humorous and truthful reply.
We both laughed at that one. And it’s still funny, but I’m so grateful for Jesus and His salvation, healing and deliverance today. I’m so grateful that to be a slave to Christ, instead of sin, is to truly be free.
We, as Christians can also quietly witness to people with our demeanor in public places. And when words aren’t possible, we can pray for the soul as the Lord Jesus singles each one out. And He will. Oh, He will!
I prayed for people today before and after church on the streets of mid-town New York City. And all of the people I prayed for were “hanging out” and in a festive mood, since there was a wonderful street festival all up and down Broadway. There in the midst of Manhattan the now-shuttered, but still-famous-with-a-cult-following rock club CBGB, was having a street festival. It was racous revelry and in the thick as I walked past rock groups was a humble Christian folk band of all guitar players. They had grabbed a little side stage and sang of “The King”. Suddenly I was reminded to pray for people there. Including edification for the little folk group. My only complaint was that their song, except for that one mention early on in the song, had me straining to determine if it was indeed a Christian song. I’m a singer-songwriter and I slather the name of Jesus througout my lyrics or any of His other names–Christ, or God, or Lord or have lyrics that are obviously heavenly-minded, so that there is no question. I’m not trying to fit in a secular radio format. Well the song was Christian, I think! But they were so artfully lyrical and esoteric that it was a little difficult to hear Jesus was in it.
Still I was grateful for the reminder to pray for the people there. And grateful that something close to a gospel or contemporary Christian song even made it on a stage at a rock festival. Perhaps they were being clever in trying to not be so obvious. At least they were able to sing their song. And they looked otherworldly happy! Kind of tip-off to me that they are Christians, because every other rock or pop band looked full of angst, anger, indignation, ego, or longing.
One girl with mirrored sunglasses and tousled hair and tight pants sang that she’ll keep going, going until she finds what makes her happy. I thought sardonically, “you’re going to be going for a long time, Girl.” Suddenly I heard the Lord whisper in my spirit.
“Pray for her, she’s lost.”
My eyes welled with tears and I looked at this obviously somewhat tipsy or high, but attractive and extremely vocally-gifted woman so differently then. And since the crowd was loud, I prayed for out loud while she sang about her longing to “be happy”. I prayed even if her singing career ends as a secular singer, that Jesus brings her into His Kingdom. I prayed that she eventually uses that beautiful clear-and-sometimes rapsy voice with the great range to glorify God. I pray that she finds joy in her salvation and forget about finding happiness for happiness sake for happiness is slippery and elusive. Especially if you chase it. Don’t. You can only find real lasting and everlasting joy in Jesus.
And then I prayed for a group of street dancers after church and following a trip to the library.
“It’s Hammer Time!” they sang out and played a lot of Michael Jackson’s music and even danced to “Disco Inferno”.
Sheesh, I thought, the more things change the more they remain they same. It felt like the 80’s outside. And during Hammer Time, I danced with a group of others in the street. Yes, I just came from church, but as an evangelist, I’m not holier-than-thou. My only holiness is through Jesus. But He did remind me why he brought me to this particular gathering as well. After about 2 or 3 minutes I heard a voice:
“Alright, Hammertime is over for you, Tory. It’s time to pray for members of the street audience and members of the dancing group.”
I gladly stopped dancing to the infectious beat and obeyed the Lord. Saying prayers out loud that got lost in the crowd, but found their way to heaven. Oh Praise Jesus!
There was a precious little boy not more that about 5 or 6 who was a part of the dancing group who I so obviously had to pray for, as he passed the basket asking for “tickets, please!” He held up a ticket and it was a dollar bill. The crowd laughed as they showered the dancing group with more. I continued to pray for souls. Next I prayed for the older fellows in the group in their late teens and early 20’s. I continuted to pray as they danced in front of the famous Fifth Avenue Library with the stone lions guarding the entry and the boys dancing having no idea, I was praying for their entry into the Kingdom of God. Having not an inkling that someone was praying not for their dancing careers, or more “tickets” from the audience, but praying. Fervently. For their souls.
at 5:46 pm on October 12th, 2014