I did not forget today was my day!

But I did forget my book! Here I sit in my new office at my new job wondering if Pastor James is going to kick me or if he'll understand and forgive me. I'm thinking it will be a combination of both.

So I do extend my apologies to all of you. Work is never an excuse and I will no longer try to make it one. I will instead only say it is because I am stupid.

I'd still like to share a real reflection that I had this week. I had lunch with one of my best friends who over time has completely turned her back on Christianity. It's been quite of a shock for her to see me embrace a faith that she knew me to be so against in the past. But still, as my friend, she's accepted my new position although with some discomfort.

I have been and am trying my best to evangelize in the best "language" that she would understand. The "language" that we have always communicated to each other with. (Which, by the way, is a mix of insults, jokes, gossip, and arguments.)

At this point in her life, she's not only disillusioned but seeks out ways to prove what she finds wrong about Christians and Christianity. So when the topic of faith comes up, emotions can get heated and despite me winning much of our arguments, I don't see how I'm winning the cause for Jesus.

During our lunch, the issue of Christianity came up again and we were led into our typical exchanges for and against the faith. By the end of the talk, I realized how judgemental and arrogant I came across. I apologized as soon as I realized this and even though she said she was over it, I knew that the damage had been done.

This made me evaluate myself in a way that I don't like doing, because I naturally think I am perfect. Somewhere along the line, I took Jesus' own message of love away and turned it into "David's mission to save the heathen." I didn't pray or think of the Holy Spirit. I sure has heck haven't demonstrated an authoratative transformation in my life in a way where Jesus could be reflected in me. I just tried to win the argument and prove my friend wrong. In the process, the message was lost and my friend dug further in her own unbelief.

But the story doesn't end here. Despite it all, I still believe God gained glory because by the end of the day, I was repenting and worshipping. Why you ask? Because God is a God who doesn't only love the poor and the downcast, He is also loving, gentle, and merciful to his children who are arrogant, proud, and boastful.

I learned that Jesus' message can't be lost in translation. Evangelism is not a job, chore, or debate- it is a testimony. And until I learn to speak with heart of Jesus, led by the Holy Spirit, it's best for me to keep my big mouth shut.