What I’ve learned from my time of solitude is that solitude is dumb. It’s cool to get away once in a while to clear your thoughts and have alone time with God, but as a lifestyle, solitude reeks of selfish indulgence. Stepping out of the world to focus only on one’s self and not bother with other people is definitely not a good thing.

So, among other things, I’ve learned to be more social. Ha. That sounds so simple, but really it’s not. I have a new perspective of why I should be more social. It’s not about surrounding myself with cool people or hot girls. It’s about being a good friend to everyone, regardless. And letting my light shine. …Being salt and all that.

The more I free myself from the things that make me more isolated (material possessions, time commitments, etc.), the more I can devote myself to friendship with those around me. It’s pretty liberating to be flexible enough to spend an impromptu lunch hour or evening with a friend or co-worker. I don’t feel like I have to rush home to watch a show, or go to the post office, or whatever.

There are so many things in this world that bind us. That keep us from going, when God says go. It’s time to break those bonds.

A turn and twist
In my story fits
When justice stands
And desperation sits
For who was asked
To here remain?
Mike will stay
His departure slain!

“But even if you should suffer for righteousness’ sake, you will be blessed. Have no fear of them, nor be troubled, but in your hearts regard Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect, having a good conscience, so that, when you are slandered, those who revile your good behavior in Christ may be put to shame.” – 1 Peter 3:14-16

Last weekend, I spent a lot of time in prayer over the issue of evangelism. I listened to a lot of teaching and read books on the subject. I slowly acknowledged that straight-up evangelism (i.e., telling someone the story of the Gospel) was not necessarily every Christian’s call, and that I had thought “too highly of myself” and the task of evangelism.

For some are called “to be apostles, some prophets, some evangelists, and some pastors and teachers.” Both evangelism and “making disciples” are an equal part of the Great Commission. While every Christian should be able to give an account for the hope that is in him, we are not all called to be evangelists.

I didn’t want this acknowledgement to make me lazy in the task of evangelism, but I had to admit that to be a witness for Christ was to testify, when He and His teachings are “on trial,” as a witness to His work in my life. When I am in the presence of false accusations against Christ and Christianity, it is my duty to stand up for Christ.

“For whoever is ashamed of me and of my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, of him will the Son of Man also be ashamed when he comes in the glory of his Father with the holy angels.” – Mark 8:38

But if no such false accusations are present, then my attitude should be to look for opportunities to share the Gospel, but to also be keenly aware of how my words, attitude and behavior bare witness to those around me, as well. In this way, my life is a witness to Christ. Christians are constantly being witnesses for Christ, regardless of what they’re saying or who they’re with—simply by the lives they lead. If verbal evangelism is not present, then surely our lives tell the watching world of Christ’s work of salvation.

“Let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.” – Matthew 5:16

“Show yourself in all respects to be a model of good works, and in your teaching show integrity, dignity, and sound speech that cannot be condemned, so that an opponent may be put to shame, having nothing evil to say about us.” – Titus 2:7-8

However, if we lack both verbal evangelism and non-verbal evangelism, then it is safe to say there is no Christ in our lives to bare witness to.

The Friendship of J.

Prior to meeting with J. on Monday night, I had become very nervous and conflicted over my evangelistic strategy. I had previously been determined to share the Gospel with her that night. But as I had begun seeking God’s direction, I became more open to the idea of letting my “light shine before her” and simply showing her Christ’s love through my actions.

Part of the brokenness I see in J.’s life is how little she values herself and how that affects the way she allows others to treat her poorly. Above all else, I wanted to treat her the way Christ sees her—as individually valuable. That was the theme of the evening. Whether it was holding an umbrella over her, as we walked to the car, or buying her an expensive dinner at Clyde’s—I wanted her to feel valued. And maybe one day, I’ll be able to explain to her where that value comes from.

As the evening came to a close, it was important for me to show her that she didn’t need to do anything to earn the favor she received. It was freely given—as is Christ’s love. We went back to her apartment after dinner for a drink and to watch “The Office,” but I was very cordial and left immediately afterwards.

The evening turned out well—albeit slightly different from what I had intended. Once I got home, I breathed a sigh of relief and went straight to bed. …But not before going into my bathroom and throwing up.

The Departure of M.

M. is the hardest working person in my office. M. is the quietest person in the office. He is ignored by upper management and is passed over for promotions time and time again. M. puts me to shame in both patience and work ethic. He is not a Christian, but he lives out the call of Christ to “be perfect.” More so than I. I admire him a lot.

I’ve tried to be as good a worker as he, so that I wouldn’t tarnish the name of Christ through my apathetic performance in the office. But I always fall short of M.’s example. So, instead, I try my best with my work and show Christ’s love to M. by being a positive and trustworthy friend in the office. Although he’s used to eating his lunch in his cube, I’ve been inviting him to join me for lunch in the cafeteria and at local restaurants. We also went to two rock concerts together last month.

While we ate lunch in the cafeteria on Tuesday, he told me he had accepted a job in McLean and was leaving Sprint Nextel. He said I was the first to know. I felt honored that he wanted to tell me first, but I was also sad that I only had two more weeks to hang out with him. I told him I was happy for him, and he thanked me for my encouragement.

I imagine I will be hanging out with M. a lot in the coming weeks. And I hope I can continue to apply the methods of evangelism I’ve been considering here. In M.’s case, there is a two-week end point. But with other people in my life, I don’t have a clearly defined time span to influence them. The next time I see them could be the last.

I’m spending the Thanksgiving holiday (Tuesday night through Sunday morning) at a hotel in Herndon. Originally, I was supposed to be doing this in West Virginia, but because of the forecasted snow, I decided to stay in town. I also meant to do this last weekend, except I got distracted with other things, which turned out to be more beneficial (hanging out with Jenn, going to McLean Presbyterian, etc.). As it is, this is the week of my solitude.

Last night, I arrived at the hotel around 9 PM and watched My Name is Earl and The Office, while preparing for the work I intended to do. If I had known they had DVD players in the rooms, I would have brought my Francis Schaeffer video series How Should We Then Live? Maybe I’ll pick it up from my house on Thanksgiving.

At 10 PM, I shut off the television and listened to R.C. Sproul’s Knowing God’s Will audio series. Then I went to bed.

I woke up this morning around 11:30 AM. I got online for a while (much too long) and made myself a couple meals. First, I prepared my first ever dish of gnocchi, which was much easier than I expected. And just now, I prepared a peanut butter & jelly sandwich on toast. Yum.

While I was tempted to go out and purchase a book and visit the post office, I’ve decided not to leave the hotel until it was time to meet my family for Thanksgiving lunch. Instead, I will be finishing The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and much of The Heart of Evangelism. I will complete the evening with Bible reading and prayer.

Between now and Sunday, I plan to listen to several audio series by R.C. Sproul and John MacArthur, read the New Testament, do a little bit of writing, and pray a lot.

One day down. Four more to go.

I’m reading a book by John MacArthur called Nothing But the Truth: Upholding the Gospel in a Doubting Age. It deals mostly with evangelism. The chapter I read a few nights ago dealt with evangelistic prayer. It emphasized the importance of praying for the unsaved. As I read the chapter, I started to think of all the friends and coworkers in my life, who may be receptive to the Gospel message. I’ve built solid relationships with people at work and kickball, who know me well, but don’t know about the personal relationship I have with Jesus Christ. I know about their pains and daily struggles.

So, I prayed for these folks and asked God for the opportunity to talk with them about Christ in the coming days. As I mentally went through the list of folks I started with, more and more folks came to mind.

It’s a simple thing, but when I came to work the next morning, I shared out one of my iTunes playlists. (Note: Many folks in the office share out their playlists, so everyone can listen to each other’s music with iTunes.) Well, instead of sharing out a sample of songs, I shared out several sermons and lectures by John MacArthur and R.C. Sproul that dealt with work-related issues (like honoring God with your work ethic, finding the right job, etc.). I was pleased to find my playlist accessed routinely throughout the day.

At lunch, I sat with my friend and coworker, M.. (We went to a couple rock shows together last month.) Our conversations usually revolve around how Sprint Nextel is screwing us over—disgruntled, to say the least. On this day, I decided to stay positive and tell him, truthfully, that I wasn’t too worried about circumstances beyond my control. I told him it would actually be cool to not have to work in January, because I was planning to take seminary classes this winter. He seemed surprised that I was interested in going to seminary. He told me how he grew up in a Catholic school and needed to “get back into it.” I told him I was a Protestant—to which he suggested that Protestants and Catholics basically believe the same thing. It wasn’t the time to bring up theology, so I let it pass. He told me that all religions basically believe the same thing (which didn’t surprise me, since this is the prevailing view of our pluralistic & relativist culture), but what he hated most of all was when people tried to push their beliefs on him. We didn’t talk about religion after that, but the door is still open. At least now he knows where I stand, and the topic is within limits to talk about. M. is one of the people I will pray for.

J., the girl I sort of dated this summer, is another one I pray for. She recently showed up to a kickball board meeting and, while we chatted about each other’s love lives, she mentioned all these instances, when lame guys physically and emotionally mistreated her. It struck me hard at the time. I was so saddened by her jaded attitude towards dating and how little value she placed in herself. When I told her I was single again, she seemed genuinely excited about the possibility of hanging out. The reason, I can only imagine, is that I was probably the only guy she’s been with, who didn’t treat her like a sex object. While I don’t want to date her again, I am eager to hang out and be a good friend to her. Of all the people I know, she seems to be the most in need of spiritual deliverance. We are planning to meet on Monday for dinner. I’m going to pray continuously this weekend for God to prepare me for this evangelistic opportunity. I’ve never shared the Gospel with someone face-to-face. But I’m planning to on Monday. (Your prayers would be appreciated.)

There are others I would like to speak with about Christ. But J. and M. seem to be the ones God has placed in my path at this time.

I believe that once a Christian fails to be concerned with his own reputation in society (at work, at school, or even at kickball), his love for those around him blossoms and forces him to share the Gospel. After all, it’s because we love that we evangelize. If we do not evangelize, what does that say about our attitudes towards those around us? Do we love ourselves more than them? In order to have a heart for others, we must first take our eyes off ourselves.

Evangelism is something I’ve felt convicted to do for several years. Only now is it starting to happen. With God’s help, I will participate in the Great Commission and overcome the shame I feel for not having loved those around me. What happens to me, or my reputation, is irrelevant.

God, use me to accomplish your will. Help me to love J. and M. more than myself.