Here are the reasons why I personally won't be able to live with myself unless I get up on a stupid milk crate on the main walkway of UNSW and tell everyone why I am a Christian.
1. Jesus died for me. Let me repeat: Jesus died for me.
2. Because Jesus died for me and I call myself a follower of Jesus, I am called to follow him. This means carrying my own cross. Standing on a milk crate to tell people why I am a Christian is not exactly akin to CRUCIFIXION.
3. Because I can. I live in a country where it is okay to get up on a milk crate in the middle of the day at a tertiary institution and preach the Gospel. And not get arrested. What's the use of that freedom and being so thankful for it if we don't exercise it?
4. The Gospel is worth more than my pride.
5. It makes me feel uncomfortable. In the best way possible.
6. Friends will support me. Christian and non-Christian.
7. It's 3 minutes. 3 minutes won't kill me. The real problem is knowing when to shut up.
8. I won't actually regret it. Well, I'm pretty sure I won't.
9. What is the worst that could happen? Really, seriously? The worst is still a blessing if it causes you to suffer for Jesus' name.
10. I fear God, not randoms.
There are about a million other things I'd rather do with my time, and getting up on a milk crate and opening myself up to public humiliation by possibly falling off that milk crate or whatever is probably right down the bottom of the list if I'm honest. Therefore I am drumming into myself the aforementioned reasons and besides, the most comforting reason comes from Jesus himself:
I AM WITH YOU ALWAYS, TO THE VERY END OF THE AGE.
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