OK, I admit it, I am an evangelist.
Three years ago a minister prayed “Evangelism” over me.
I rejected any thought that I would ever be evangelistic.
I did not want to be a preacher, teacher or missionary.
But honestly, I didn’t really know what evangelism meant.
I knew I would never be a preacher.
I’m not a teacher and I’ve had to learn how to actually like people.
But then I wrote a story: The Rose Stone
Through writing The Rose Stone I realized I had a problem: I was an addict, addicted to food.
I weighed 300 pounds.
I treated food like any addict would treat an abused substance.
I sought help and began to treat my addiction.
I lost 65 pounds.
But how does that make me an evangelist?
The Rose Stone tells a story about how God helps people through difficult times.
People loved my book, The Rose Stone, and encouraged me to write more.
I began writing in earnest.
Every story is a story about everyday people and how God helps them through grief, pain and struggles.
Every story shows something more about God: Mercy, Love, Grace, etc.
Now I can see the truth.
I was wrong about what an evangelist was.
The minister was correct: I am an evangelist and the tools that God gave me to evangelize with are my stories.
What tools has God given you?