His shirt was too big for his skinny frame. The giant tie dropping down the middle of his chest didn’t make matters any better, but it seemed to be the standard for what he was doing. He hated when the stupid thing flopped around in the wind between houses, but he detested it less than the suitcase he lugged around with him. The old, tan canvas box got heavier as the day progressed, even if he made any load-lightening sales.

He was young and energetic. That’s how he got the job- and something about his baby-face complexion made him convincing, especially to older women.  Door-to-door sales were less than desirable, but everyone had to start somewhere. He imagined that after he’d become a seasoned vender in his “item of the month job”, he’d transition into real estate or car sales.

The briefcase probably only got heavy because every time he talked about what he was pushing, he realized he didn’t believe in it. He wouldn’t buy this garbage for himself. Initially, he thought he liked the idea of the challenge, but several months of laborious conversations on stoops and in front doors led him to the understanding that he had to lie to unload crap, which he didn’t like.

The young man knew that salesmen were supposed to get excited about things. It was their zeal and ability to communicate it that was supposed to win people over and get money out of their pockets. But it just wasn’t happening for the poor guy. But he kept at it. He had pressure to succeed. Bills urgently needed to be paid and he wanted to save up for a down payment on a house. His boss frequently insisted that he meet his daily quotas. The other salesmen did the same, though they all envied and mocked anyone who actually hit the mark. None of them believed in the products they sold. Success in this industry was earned by weasels.

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Who hasn’t experienced pressure to push Jesus? Church leadership sees empty seats on a Sunday and desires nothing more than to fill those spaces. So they put it on the congregation to fill them. Some print touch cards and tracts (terrible ideas, if you ask me). Others have classes on evangelism. Still more put on programs and events, hoping that an excited congregation will invite their co-workers and friends. I’ve even seen prizes for the man or woman who can get the most people to show up.

I can’t say whether or not any of this is wrong, but I will tell you that I believe genuine evangelism comes from an excited heart. After hearing and believing John the Baptist’s testimony about Christ,

The first thing Andrew did was to find his brother Simon and tell him, “We have found the Messiah” (that is, the Christ).  And he brought him to Jesus. (John 1:41, 42 NIV)

Finding the Messiah is a big deal. Or at least, it was to these young men, so they told those closest to them about their discovery. Ideally, it should be no different for you or me, or any other Jesus-person out there, but many of us would describe ourselves as more of a Willy Loman than a Billy Graham when it comes to sharing our faith with others. This is terrifying, because when it comes to proselytizing, people seem to be able to tell when you’re faking it, just like horses and small children can perceive the fear of those around them.


Are people that unexcited about God, or are we just focusing on the wrong things? I think the push to get people into churches and out of hell might be part of the problem. I mean, avoiding eternal flames is exciting, but truly, that’s beside the point, isn’t it? I could be religious and cite a lack of actual relationship with the Christ as another problem, and it might be true for some people. Fear of man is a great excuse, but we stand up to each other about the stupidest crap all the time, so how could that be the reason? It’s complicated and there probably isn’t any answer that works for everyone.

Have you ever had a hard time sharing your faith?