At one point, a boy pulled me to the side. "I've been watching you," he said. "You're different. There's something about you. You stand out from the crowd. I can't tell if it's the way you act, the way you talk... or what. What is it about you that's so different?"
I was shy and timid, proud of myself for merely joining in a conversation that included people I didn't know. I knew the answer to the boy's question: I stood out from the others because I loved Jesus. I was a Christian. However, I was embarrassed. I didn't want to sound preachy or annoying. I didn't want to look silly. I stammered around for a few seconds before finally muttering, "I don't think there's anything different about me."
"No, there is something different. I can see it. What is it?"
"Nothing. It's nothing. I guess I'm just a unique person," I mumbled and turned away from the boy and back to the crowd.
I dreamed about that situation for nights afterword.
I had a chance to share the Word of God with someone who didn't believe, and I lost that chance. I failed the purpose God had for me in that moment. To this day, I still feel incredibly guilty. I hate the feeling of having failed God. If I could go back right now, I would share my faith with that boy and chance a weird look or a mocking laugh. I would embrace any ridicule I received.
If you're ever in a situation where you're given the chance to share your faith- but possibly face ridicule- share your faith. Don't let yourself feel ashamed of your choice later on when you have a moment to look back on the day. Jesus is worth any and all ridicule. Never be ashamed of what you believe.
I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God for the salvation of everyone who believes.