Greg Laurie - Tell Someone: You Can Share the Good News

Copyright 2016 Greg Laurie

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978-1-4336-9014-3

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Nashville, Tennessee

Dewey Decimal Classification: 248.5

Subject Heading: WITNESSING \ EVANGELISTIC WORK \ CHRISTIAN LIFE

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This book is not written to make you feel bad or condemn you if you have not engaged others with the gospel message. This book is written to encourage and inspire you.

I want to share some stories from my own life of both failure and success in my attempts to share my faith. But the most important things you will find in this book are biblical principles that you can apply in your life. I have put these principles to the test over forty years of ministry in both one-on-one occasions and large-scale evangelistic events in arenas and stadiums.

If you will take the time to read this book from beginning to end, I believe that as you apply these biblical truths, you will be able to not only share your faith, but also bring others to Christ.

Introduction

I n some ways, I was not meant to be.

You see, I was conceived out of wedlock. I was not planned by my beautiful, hard-partying mother, as she met up with some man in Long Beach, California. They had an alcohol-fueled night of passion together and never really had a relationship beyond that. When my mother found out she was pregnant, she quickly married another man she was involved with at the time, and his name was listed on my birth certificate as my biological father.

But heres the good news, for me at least: though not planned by my mother, my life was indeed planned by God, just as yours was. So, you see, I was meant to be!

This was just one in a string of one-night stands and failed marriages that littered my mothers life... and mine. Most of the guys my mom was attracted to were similar: barfly types. Usually he had one too many shirt buttons undone, was fast-talking and loose-living. When it was all said and done, she married and divorced seven times, with a lot of guys in between.

But inexplicably, one of the men my mother married was different from all the rest. His name was even different: Oscar Felix Laurie. He did not hang out in bars, like the other men my mom was attracted to, but worked for the Bar Association as an attorney. He was a voracious reader, educated, hardworking, and did not even drink or smoke. I dont know what my mom saw in him!

Oscar was known for his honesty and personal integrity. He was a well-respected attorney practicing on the East Coast and was well on his way to a judgeship. Oscar did not just marry my mother. He also adopted me and was the only man in my tumultuous childhood who ever treated me as a father should treat a son.

Out of the blue, my mom left him one day. She picked me up at school in New Jersey and we drove to the airport. Destination: Honolulu, Hawaii. I was excited to be going to Hawaii for the first time, and I asked, Wheres Dad?

Hes not coming, she coldly responded. And that was the end of her marriage to Oscar. There, waiting at the airport in Honolulu, was the next man my mother would marry. I would not see Oscar for the rest of my childhood. I was a broken-hearted little boy.

Something snapped in me after that and I became very cynical and closed off. This new man my mom married owned a bar on Waikiki Beach and was the meanest drunk I have ever seen. He almost killed my mother one night in an alcoholic haze, hitting her on the head with, as I recall, a wooden Don Quixote statue.

Fast-forward ten tumultuous years to the day my life changed for time and eternity.

Though only seventeen years old, I felt like I was already seventy. In addition to living with my mom for all of her escapades, I had made a string of bad decisions in my teen years that made my already troubled life worse. I had become fed up with the way I was living. I was searching for truth and purposeand the very meaning of life itself. For me, finding that truth was a process of elimination.

Clearly, it was not to be found in the adult world I was exposed to. From my mother, I learned that alcohol did not solve any problems. In fact, it created new ones. I quickly became disillusioned with the drugs I used in my pursuit of some kind of inner peace, so I knew the answer wasnt there either.

Enter the Jesus Freaks

There was a group of outspoken Christians on our campus that we laughingly called the Jesus freaks. They would talk about God as though He were their next-door neighbor and would carry Bibles wherever they went. I openly mocked them, but secretly respected them.

My friends warned me to steer clear of them, lest I end up converted. I laughed at such a suggestion, saying, The last thing I would ever be is a Christian!

Famous last words.

One day, out of sheer curiosity, I decided to check them out a little more closely. I should mention there was a girl involved too. She was talking between classes with someone I knew. Though she was not a beauty queen by any stretch, there was something about this mystery girl that drew me in. She had something I did not see in the other girlsa wholesomeness.

I walked up to her and my friend, who were chatting, and then I sawtucked under her arm with a couple of textbooksa Bible! I thought to myself, What a complete waste of a cute girl! Why would anyone carry a Bible openly? But I have to admit, I was intrigued. Sure, there were other pretty girls on campus, but for some reason, I could not suppress my curiosity about this particular one.

One day at lunchtime, I decided I would track her down and find out more about what she believed. I found her on the front lawn of our high school, sitting with her Christian friends for a Bible study. I was close enough to eavesdrop on what they were saying, but not so close that others would think I was joining their ranks. That, of course, would have been social suicide.

As I looked around at their smiling faces, I felt pity for them. Why cant they be cynical, angry, and mad at the worldlike me? I wondered. But watching them as they sang songs about Jesus Christ, I had to admit they did seem happy. There were even a couple of them that used to be buddies of mine in elementary school who had their lives clearly changed for the better.

Then I tried a thought on for the first time: What if the Christians are right? What if God can be known in a personal way? I quickly dismissed these crazy thoughts, but I came back to them again. What if?

For the most part, I dont remember what the speaker said that day, except for one statement that hit my heart like a lightning bolt from Heaven. His statement was, Jesus said, You are either for Me or against Me! I looked around at the Christians and thought, They are surely for Him. And since I was not one of them, I wondered, Am I against Jesus Christ?