Lord though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I’m not scared cause You’re holding my breath
I only fear that I don’t have enough time left
To tell the world that there’s no time left.
“Forgive Me” by Group 1 Crew
I always had a certain trepidation when it came to sharing the gospel. I could do it when I had to, but I wasn’t the kid raising her hand hoping God would say, “Serena, I’m giving this one to you.”
I walked with hesitation. I shared with the expectation of getting shut down, ignored or cussed out. When Azaiah died that all changed. My only fear is now that I don’t have enough time left to tell the world that there’s no time left.
Every Thursday night I sit in a homeless women’s shelter sharing the gospel message with anyone who will sit and listen. Well sometimes they don’t sit but I talk loud enough for them to listen.
They all have a story. Most little girls don’t grow up thinking, “I’d like to get a bunk in a homeless joint when I grow up.” These women never planned this. They are collateral damage from a spiritual war being waged for their soul. They bear the scars of addiction, abuse and abortions. They know hunger. They know thirst. They know bondage and broken hearts.
Tonight I shared Jesus with one such woman. I shared him in faith because I believe in his promises. I have tasted his salvation. I have experienced his healing. I believe he is the Christ. I also believe that life without him is destruction. Tonight we opened the word, together. Tonight she met Jesus.
Then Jesus returned to Galilee, filled with the Holy Spirit’s power. Reports about him spread quickly through the whole region. He taught regularly in their synagogues and was praised by everyone.
When he came to the village of Nazareth, his boyhood home, he went as usual to the synagogue on the Sabbath and stood up to read the Scriptures. The scroll of Isaiah the prophet was handed to him. He unrolled the scroll and found the place where this was written:
“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,
for he has anointed me to bring Good News to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim that captives will be released,
that the blind will see,
that the oppressed will be set free,
and that the time of the Lord’s favor has come.”
He rolled up the scroll, handed it back to the attendant, and sat down. All eyes in the synagogue looked at him intently. Then he began to speak to them. “The Scripture you’ve just heard has been fulfilled this very day!” Luke 4
Tonight I watched Jesus extend his mercy to her. I watched Jesus say, “Take my hand and it will be alright.” Tonight Jesus said it again and again, “I have Good News. I will set you free.” Tonight, she said, “Yes.”
Maybe you needed to hear the message. Maybe you need to hear the Good News. Maybe you need to take hold of it. Or maybe…just maybe… you have to go share this message with someone today.
My only fear is that you don’t have enough time left to tell the world that there’s no time left.