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I Knew I Had No Excuse

By Michael D. Daniels

I was asked to drop off my younger siblings at the church to go door knocking on a Saturday morning, and I thought to myself, “Can I drop them off to go witnessing, and just leave, when I have nothing better to do?” I had never gone witnessing before, but I knew I had no excuse, so I went. I was nervous, scared out of my wits, and could barely introduce myself as I handed them a flier at the door. Every doorbell I rang, my heart pounded, wondering if the person on the other side of the door was going to pull a shotgun on me —but I knew it pleased the Lord.

Our group finished our section in about an hour, and in spite of my difficulty, I knew that, after salvation, this was probably the most biblical thing that I had ever done. The thought that Jesus was looking down from heaven happy with what I had just done, was unspeakable. I decided that I want to do this the rest of my life. I had finally taken the next step in my relationship with my Father in heaven.

The next week the group was out, I was there. I had no real ability to speak to people. I was not wise with words, but I was not going to let that stop me from sharing my Jesus, and make Him happy with me. By the fourth week I got to see my first soul get saved. I was touched to see this woman receive Jesus, standing in her doorway, broken by the word of God. Her mother had been working on her for years, but it took a nineteen-year-old boy to finally lead her to the Saviour. I could see her mother rejoicing and dancing around the room behind her. There is no going back after that. I told God, “I want to do this the rest of my life.”

Since I committed to the Lord that I would share His word as He commanded us, the scriptures have opened to me. I came back to the word of the Lord with thirst I had never known. I actually felt that I needed God’s word now. I had never felt that before. I now had questions about the Bible, about doctrine, and what I could use when witnessing. My passion, understanding, and boldness in the word of God only grew after that. I found that it wasn’t awkward at all to walk up to people and try to talk with them about what happens after they die, and if they didn’t want to talk, maybe at least they would take a tract with them. I’m now in college and try to share the gospel with at least one person a day, and every day I go out, my thirst for the word of God grows.

People tell me that they couldn’t do what I do now, but it was no profound calling. There was no beam from heaven with a voice that said “Preach the gospel.” It was Mark 16:15 that left me without excuse: “…Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature.” I knew that I had no excuse; I had to go. The fact that I wasn’t eloquent of speech or bold didn’t make any difference. I knew the Lord commanded us to go. So I went without ability or understanding, and my life has been changed ever since.

It all started when I was only a nineteen-year-old who knew he had nothing better to do on a Saturday than to preach the gospel or hand out a tract.