This morning I was praying for some twenty-somethings I know who have kind of wandered away from God. They’re really enjoying the partying hard thing, the sex without strings thing, and carpe without commitment. I was praying that God might draw them back to Himself – remind them of the grace and meaning and joy to be found in dependence on Him.
But I have a Confession: I don’t have the gift of “evangelism” and I often think I don’t care as much as I should about the souls of those far from God. The culture of “live and let live” has immunized me. Plus there’s the risk of making anyone feel like a “project” or being labeled one of “those” Christians with pat answers and tracts in place of candy at Halloween that scares me. 
