And maybe that’s our problem with evangelism. We don’t tell the told gospel because we’ve loss sight of what it means to be forgiven. All this talk of mission might as well be a broken prostitute washing Jesus’s feet. It is nonsense to us unless we remember our debt. Unless we’re flooded again with the news that it’s cancelled — the news that it’s cancelled, which we heard, which we were told.
The news that makes us step out the front doors of comfort and civility, and say, “Neighbor! Hey, neighbor! I’m here to tell you about God!”