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.