Kelly’s mom warmly welcomed us. Over a cup of coffee, she explained her husband was not a Christian, and he thought she and Kelly were crazy for going to church.
Kelly soon arrived with four members of her neighborhood kickball team. The pastor shared the gospel with them, and all four prayed to receive Christ as Savior. Kelly was ecstatic and ready to begin discipling the girls.
The next week Kelly threw a surprise party for her mom and invited a few church members, her neighbors, and, of course, her father. Before cutting the cake, each of the girls from the kickball team shared a Bible verse that had become important to them in the past week.
Kelly then shared the gospel in a way I had heard from someone so young. She spoke with a bold, yet compassionate tone with a soft smile. Her eyes lit up as she talked about her Savior and invited the party guests to know him. Everyone repeated the prayer of salvation with the pastor at the end. I have no idea how many were genuine commitments. I do know, however, that I want to have the passion to live for Christ like Kelly—somebody who boldly shares the gospel even when she knows her father disapproves and wonders if her neighbors may laugh.
I want to live like Romans 1:16: ¨´For I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes, to the Jew first, and also to the Greek.¨´