I wake up and get in the word and pray in the privacy of my dorm room. I walk out the door only to pass by three girls in my hall who don’t know Jesus. I go to class, making sure I leave the socially acceptable seat in between anyone I sit by. I have lunch with the same people I eat with everyday… the only 3 believers on my hall. Then I have a coffee date with a friend, where we talk about our dreams of the radical things we want to do for Jesus… and then we plan to meet again soon. I proceed to spend the rest of my night studying with some other believers.
That was my life last semester, until about a month ago when the Lord slammed me. He grabbed me, picked me up and shook me to the core. And He asked me “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?” And I realized the word that described my life: complacency. Because there wasn’t any “going and making disciples”. I was feeding myself with the truth of the Gospel, all the while remaining silent as 45,000 students around me were quickly dying and in desperate need of this truth that saved my life. The Lord broke me. He moved me in a way that I cannot put words to. I will simply say I surrendered and I said “Yes!” God has given me boldness to preach the Gospel, to look like a fool for the sake of reconciling this campus, to do the work of an evangelist. I rarely see the people I hung out with last semester. I’m done sitting. I hang out with the lost as much as He permits. I share the Gospel. I pray that the seed lands in fertile soil.
by Meghan Strickland
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