It was almost lunchtime when one of my coworkers dropped by my cubicle and asked if I had lunch plans. Aside from eating leftover pizza at my desk, I didn’t.
“Nope,” I told him. “What do you have in mind?”
“Do you like bacon?” he asked. “Because Arby’s has these new bacon sandwiches that are absolutely amazing.”
“I’m intrigued,” I told him, “but I don’t have any cash on me.”
“It’ll be my treat,” he said. “They are good enough that everyone should try one at least once.”
And so we went to Arby’s and had lunch and talked about motorcycle gangs and orthodox iconography. Let me tell you, those bacon sandwiches—I had the BLT—are every bit as incredible as he claimed they were, and the conversation was just as good.
Just before my coworker and I left for lunch, I was embroiled in a conversation with a Facebook friend on the topic of sharing the Gospel.
The conversation stemmed from this post I wrote a little while back about having limited access to non-Christians because I work at a ministry, attend church functions on the weekend, and spend as much time with my family as possible. The point of the post was that it is hard to share the Gospel when everyone I know already knows about it and that the Christian community tends to isolate itself. So my Facebook friend invited me to go share the Gospel with him.
I declined. Partially because I honestly feel pinched by time as it is and partially because I think he and I differ on our approaches to sharing the Gospel.
I’m of the mindset that people understand on some level that they are sinners and don’t need much convincing on that point (not that it isn’t worth mentioning, just that I think people get it without a sermon). Rather, the tough thing for people to grasp is that God would love them enough to die for them in the midst of that sin; that they don’t have to clean themselves up before coming to the cross (because you can’t).
My friend has always struck me as more confrontational in nature, and that if people are presented with the truth of their sinfulness, then that is an expression of love in itself.
After lunch, I started thinking about the two interactions I had just experienced. Both my coworker and my Facebook friend wanted me to share something good with them. One expressed it by invitation citing previous experience, the other as a confrontation that I was doing something inherently wrong.
Which one sounds like better news to you?