By Erin Shamburg (Erin is a high school student who is currently taking my evangelism class. Her homework was to hand out a Million-Dollar bill Gospel tract each day for 7 days)
After hearing the evangelism class, I was determined to get out in my school and try to talk to most of my friends since I knew a lot of them were atheists. It probably wasn’t a good idea though, to target my two friends who a] claimed to be Christian even though they drank socially and just “didn’t act like a Christian in front of their friends” or b] claimed to be gay.
I first talked to one friend during passing period on Wednesday. She was telling me what she did over the weekend and how she had had done some stupid stuff while she was drunk. I was shocked at some of the stuff she was telling me. I said, “Are you still a Christian?”
“You don’t act like it”
“No, no. I just don’t act like a Christian in front of my friends…”
I smirked. “If you died right now would you go to heaven?”
“Because I pray a lot.”
I sighed. It would’ve been so much easier for my first person if she had said, “Because I’m a good person!”
Anyway, I went through five commandments; she admitted to breaking them all. And then I used the courtroom analogy. She looked offended/confused. I got frustrated when the bell rang for me to get to class. Not only was I late, I wasn’t getting anywhere with my friend. I was a little upset when I got to my class, but I figured I had given her something to think about. I had planted the seed.
My next victim was my gay friend in, ironically enough, Biology class. I didn’t have time to actually talk to her, but I gave her the million-dollar bill. She was all excited looking at it. When she was about to put it in her binder, the small print on the backside caught her eye. While she was reading it, she looked up at me saying, “This is so depressing…”
“Why?” I asked
“Because I’m a sinner,” She said sarcastically.
“Well we all are,” I replied.
And we ended our conversation with that. I didn’t make a lot of progress on my first day, but you’ve got to start somewhere.