I stood there, shaking like a leaf in hurricane force winds. In my hands I had a nervously clutched stack of million dollar bill gospel tracts. It was my first time on the streets sharing the gospel, and I was scared to death.
Someone walked my way. “No. I can’t give one to that person.” Another potentially lost soul walked my way; “She looks like she is in a hurry. I’ll leave her alone.”
What was happening? I came out with my brothers in Christ to share the gospel but I wasn’t participating. Something was stopping me. It has probably stopped you before too: fear. I had become a victim of the coexistence of fear and evangelism.