The Death of Witnessing

There are many impediments to witnessing (i.e., sharing your faith). Many of us are absolutely terrified. Beads of sweat begin to moisten our backs merely at the thought of evangelistic outreach. Sometimes we think it is better left to the professionals. They will say the right things; they will have all the answers; they will navigate the witnessing conversation appropriately. The list of impediments, some of which may be better categorized as excuses, is extensive. However, when you finally muster the courage to talk to others about Jesus, there is another force that prohibits you. In fact, it is not something you can control. It is technology.

Laptops, cell phones, loud stereo systems - I enjoy it all, but unfortunately some technology is the death of witnessing. Of course that is an overstatement; nevertheless, that is how I sometimes feel. To make matters worse, the technology to which I am specifically referring is one for which I have an affinity. It is the "i." If I had the money, my home would be full of "i" everything: iPads, iPods, and iPhones. They are all glorious. 

Prior to getting married I was a PC guy. My wife quickly and effectively converted me. I am thankful for her persistence, but as I go into the community to witness of God's marvelous works in Christ it is the "i" that causes me trouble.

Earlier today, when I boarded my flight from Washington, D. C. to Atlanta, Georgia, I was pumped to talk to the person sitting next to me about the gospel of Christ. He was not going anywhere; I was not going anywhere. We had over an hour to talk about the truths of scripture, but that did not happen. The "i" got in the way.

At one point I tapped him on the shoulder to ask him a question. He removed his earbud, answered my question, and quickly thereafter placed his headphones back on. He hardly gave me the time of day. He was not interested in having any type of conversation, let alone a religious one. I do not blame him. I blame the "i." I am quite disgusted that something I enjoy is contributing to the death of witnessing. Therefore, it is imperative that I get something off my chest.

Dear iPod,

I love you. I think you are great. You provide a variety of music and videos. You are there when I need you. You help me get through my work out, but sometimes you get in the way. Will you please be more sensitive? There is something much more important than your music, namely the gospel. In the future, will you consider when I am in your presence and quickly shut down? I want to talk to that person. Hopefully he will not be upset if you malfunction. If you condescend to my request, I will forever be grateful.

Yours truly,

LMB