“For the word of the cross is folly to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.” 1 Corinthians 1:18 (ESV)

Folly. Foolishness.

I remember stepping up onto the cement rim of a raised decorative garden at the end of State Street at the University of Wisconsin. It was the late ’80s, and the Gospel was about as unpopular as at any time on a liberal campus. I was terrified, knowing that I was facing ridicule; but I steeled my resolve, certain that God had directed me to stand up there and share Jesus.

I wouldn’t have been the first one to speak his peace at this location. I’d heard a lot of ideas and religious views presented there. But I also knew from experience that few people actually stuck around to hear what anyone had to say; and those that did weren’t always the kindest.

As best as I can recall, I presented the “Romans Road,” a scriptural pathway to salvation. “For all have sinned…. The wages of sin is death…. Etc.” I knew that most of those who passed by thought I was some religious freak; but I didn’t care. I knew that some would stop and listen; and some did. I presented them with an opportunity to make a decision for Jesus. I wasn’t surprised when no one took advantage of my offer. I knew that I really wasn’t the One they were rejecting. When I finished my short sermon, I closed my Bible and stepped back down. I prayed for the “seed” of the Word to take root and grow.

“For the word of the cross is folly to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.” 1 Corinthians 1:18 (ESV)

When I re-read those words today my mind went quickly to that day on the square. It was my first time doing anything like that, and it wouldn’t be the last. But life happens, and it’s been a long time since I have been anywhere near as bold in my witness. To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure I am all that great of a witness anymore.

I forgot that the “word of the cross” is the “power of God.” The world doesn’t understand. How can it? To them, it is nothing but folly. To them, the cross makes no sense. But that makes it no less imperative that we tell them.

Whether one-on-one, on a crowded campus square, or in a 100,000 seat stadium, we must give direction and life to a lost and dying world! The word of the cross is far too precious to keep to ourselves.

At times, I’ve spoken boldly. And at times, I have hidden my treasure, keeping it close to my chest. These are desperate times, and they call for strength and compassion.

If our lives are not in order, it is time to get them in order. But we can no longer hide our light under a basket (Matthew 5:15).

As always, these are the musings of a mindful disciple. Blessings on your week!

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