Here I stand, in Dick's Sporting Goods, staring at airhorns. I didn't even know there were different types of airhorns. I reach to grab the smallest one and stop. God, I have more faith in you than that.
Let me start from the beginning.
Each year, Cru students stand on the corners of streets and in front of dining commons in the blazing sun to collect Surveys. Surveys contain question related to students faith, and act as a net to get contacts for people that might be interested in Cru or talking about their faith.
Normally we contact the people that are interested and invite them to our Cru meetings, that's it. But this year we are taking a different approach.
Greg Boros, our Missional Team Leader, introduced a radical idea called "Follow Up Fest". Basically, we will have collected hundreds of contact information for students all over campus. So why not share the Gospel with them? Why not give them the opportunity to go from an eternity in Hell to an eternity in Heaven?
That's the idea. And, should someone accept Christ, they get to blow the airhorn which can only be a microfraction of the singing and shouting of the angels in Heaven rejoicing.
Back to Dick's. I'm standing in front of the airhorns, and my mind is saying, "Get the smallest size. We won't have that many people come to Christ." Get away from me, Satan. My God is bigger than that.
I doubt God sometimes. Okay, I doubt God a lot of times. I doubt that my prayers can be answered. I lack faith that He can do BIG things.
I reject this notion. My God is BIG and can do BIG things.
I'm tired of restricting God to what I can do. I forget so easily that His plan is so much bigger than me.
So, I grab the larger airhorn. God, I'm taking a step of faith. You can touch this many hearts. Lead us to those people to tell them the truth. I say quick prayer for the people that will come to faith this week. So many people that we would exhaust the small airhorn and we need the larger one.
At this point, I've spent 10 minutes in front of the airhorns talking to myself and weighing out things as I'm praying this step of faith. I quickly grab the airhorn and walk to the register.
My faith is the size of a mustard seed. Lord, let it grow.
