How To Easily Master 'Faith Sharing'!
- Airica Sada
- Dec 16, 2019
- 7 min read
Updated: Jun 20, 2022
If you desire to defend your faith, I will show you the simple and easy way by using personal experiences as an example.
I once struggled with sharing my faith in God because I simply didn't know how to explain it to others.
I was afraid of being confronted with difficult questions; I kept quiet in religious discussions and even hid my beliefs in public.
But now, after much practice, I have grown out of that shell and become a soul winner for Jesus Christ.
Today, I'll reveal just how easily you can too!
As Christians, we are commanded to:
1. Go into the world and preach the gospel (Mark 16:15)
2. Defend our faith in Christ (1 Peter 3:15)
This duty can seem very daunting at first, especially if you don't know where to start. And that's okay because according to 2 Tim 3:16, all scripture is given by inspiration of God to us for reproof, correction, and instruction.
How does the Bible instruct us to defend our beliefs when it's difficult to fully understand them ourselves?
Simply by Witnessing for Christ!
What does it mean to be a witness?
A #witness is a person that has knowledge of or who has seen an event take place. This person is willing to serve as evidence of this event, validating it by openly giving their true testimony.
How does this relate to Christ?
When you give your personal testimony of how Christ has impacted your life, you begin to connect with different people and diverse circumstances. Prayerfully, your gospel (good news) story will motivate others to come to faith in Christ.
Biblical Example
The Apostle Paul shares his conversion story flawlessly throughout the bible. See Acts 22:6-21; Acts 26:2-20; Galatians 1:11-24; Philippians 3:2-11; and 1 Timothy 1:12-16.
“No one is Christian by birth, you must personally choose to follow Jesus Christ individually and sincerely.”
This Is My Testimony For Christ And His Kingdom!
The Beginning
I knew God existed as a child, and it was effortless to believe at that age. Nearly every adult reinforced the truth in my life. However, it seemed as if my parents were 'unequally yoked' in our daily Christian living.
My mother was the church advocate, forcing my brothers and me to attend worship up to 4x a week at one point, while my dad kept busy with the "honey-do" list at home.
Our Christian household was mixed with many other popular ideologies, like Santa clause, Bogeyman, Easter bunny, and the Tooth-fairy; I eventually grew up and dismissed them all like fairy tales.
My life was relatively average without a personal relationship with God, with neither extremes of poverty or wealth, and...why fix what's not broken, right?
I graduated from high school at age 17 and went on to college as my dad wished. I secretly resented that decision since my dream was to move to Los Angeles, CA, become this famous actress, financially take care of my entire family, and live happily ever after.
Reason told me I was wasting my youth in college, trying to major in something I wasn't passionate about.
Being headstrong, I dropped out of college after a year, thinking I'd instead save money faster by getting a job than to spend 3 years stuck in a useless classroom. Needless to say, things quickly went sour. I had a minimum wage job, no car, and was utterly dependent on everyone around me. I was clearly passionate, but I was unrealistic and naive to believe all I had to do in life was speak positively about the future, and it will come true.
There was no way I could make it to LA going at that pace, I needed help, so I looked for advice on the internet.
After reading tons of inspiring stories, the secret formula became apparent that my persistence to succeed will eventually wear down any resistance against me.
The Desire for Change
At age 19, I found myself in a revolving cycle, not achieving goals and losing sight of my passion.
One night, out of nowhere, I felt very disheartened about my hardworking mom and how she has sacrificed so much for her children. It dawned on me that I was a part of the problem, a bum, sitting around wishing and hoping for a breakthrough to happen. I hadn't prayed to God in quite a long time before this burden, and I remember this like it was yesterday.
I came to God with tears on my pillow, asking for forgiveness for the life I was living. I intensely felt I was the cause of her hardship, and I didn't want God to hold her accountable for my actions, let alone pay for them any longer.
I went to sleep with a light heart, hoping that God heard me, and He did.
“Then David spoke to the Lord when he saw the angel who was striking the people, and said, “Behold, I have sinned, and I have done wickedly. But these sheep, what have they done? Please let your hand be against me...” -2 Samuel 24:17
How It Happened
The VERY next morning, I woke up to a loud unfamiliar voice shouting my name from the hallway and demanding that I come out of my room now!
As you can imagine, I was disoriented from the start...
Who is this person in my home?
How do they know my name?
I quickly followed the directions, eager to find out what has happened to the rest of my family.
Immediately, I was put in handcuffs, my mom told me the police had a warrant for my arrest, and she had no choice but to let them in.
That has to be one of the worse days of my life!
I watch my mom follow me to the police car in tears. I was so ashamed, and I hated myself for making my mom cry this dreadfully.
As I was taken to the police station, I vowed to never see my mom like that ever again and prepared mentally for what I was about to face.
I was detained 72 hours for questioning then released downtown with no money, phone, or transportation.
What a very humbling position to be at the mercy of complete strangers, but with God's grace, one officer, during his lunch, took pity on me and spared $7, which I used to catch the multiple buses home.
The Results
To make a long story short, I was charged with a crime I did not commit, being set up as the scapegoat.
Of course, I couldn't afford proper representation and had to settle for a court-appointed lawyer.
My lawyer advised me that I was not going to win the case with just my word, and if I decided to go to trial, then she would not fight for me, and I'd end up in jail.
My lawyer urged me to take a plea deal where I wouldn't have to serve any time but get 2 years probation. I decided to accept that deal, and I returned home relieved.
I had finally hit rock bottom, and that is where I found God personally.
During my probationary period, I went through a depressed state where I didn't eat, slept for days, and self-reflected a lot.
Later in the year, my childhood church had reassembled and invited all the previous members back. My mom assured me things would be different than before and asked me to come worship with her, so I did.
And boy, was she right, it was much more informal, relaxed, and I could actually understand the sermon. I wasn't a kid anymore, being forced to sit quietly as the Preacher speaks on marriage, finances, or some other foreign thing to a child.
I was tentatively listening to a teacher expound on problems I was facing and offering the solution found in Jesus Christ. What good is knowledge if you don't use it?
After service, the Pastor's wife would often encourage me to put God's Word to the test and see if He will keep His promises. I am very grateful that she did!
God's Not Done Yet
What did I have to lose? Nothing, so I did put God to the test first with tithes, Malachi 3:10, then in other principles.
My life took a drastic change, slowly but surely, I begin to take God more seriously, buying my own bible, taking notes in Church, and everthing.
Not knowing the proper way to grow spiritually, I would open the bible, and whatever page it landed on, I would read. I then moved on to writing down specific questions I had and searching the Bible for the answers.
Before I knew it, my faith had grown, and like a child learning to walk, I was rewarded with divine approbation as I passed each trail.
My probation was terminated early due to good behavior, I went back and graduated from college, and that summer, I finally moved to Los Angeles!
Oh, it was so blissful to be back on track, living in the big city, and making great strides in my career. God's grace allowed me to live comfortably off my savings for many months, where I spent countless hours reading the Bible and supping with Christ, Revelation 3:20.
However, after about two years, God led me back home to Houston, TX, and restored me as my dad's caretaker.
Unbeknownst to me, my dad's new chemotherapy had beaten him down physically to the point he was ready to die.
My dad was in tears the day I moved in with him, and I am so thankful that God put me in that predicament to care for him daily; I had no idea how bad things had gotten.
My dad went on to live 3 more years before he lost his battle with cancer, and during that time, we rebuilt a better father-daughter relationship.
As I matured in Christ, I had the urge to know undoubtedly that my dad's soul was saved before it was too late.
Did he genuinely believe in Jesus Christ?
This was no easy task as my dad was ornery and had a negative perspective on the Bible, but I subtly brought God into our conversations.
Some days you would find us deeply conversing for hours about theology, and other days it was a struggle, but God peeled back the callous from his heart at the perfect rate.
My heavenly father was able to use me to bring my earthly father back into a fellowship with Christ before his final departure. God never left me despite my rebellion, and He never left my dad after all those years. It did take time for me to notice God's presence and lots of training to hear His voice.
Yet, when I surrendered to God's will for my life and chose to obey Him, He was free to work with me, through me, for my good and the good of others.
I pray my witness will encourage others to share the treasure they have found in Jesus Christ.
So what's your #gospel story? Would you please post in the comment below I would love to know how God has impacted and transformed your life!