Sitting in church the other week, I was reminded of the power of testimony. The sermon was about becoming a witness. Like Mary Magdalene, the first person Jesus told to go and PREACH the Gospel (because what else is the Gospel except He is Risen, He is Risen indeed!), we are called to GO and to testify, as a witness of what He has done.
I find it easiest to talk about what He has done in my own life. Sure, Jesus lived, died, and rose again many many years ago, but not everyone believes that was an actual historical event or understands the ramifications of such an event. Instead of arguing about it, I try to talk about what I know to be true, personally, from my own experience. What I have served as a witness to with my own eyes.
Because when someone will be vulnerable and share what has happened to them, it opens the door for God to act again and it opens the door to connect with another person separately from a debate about theology or politics. It says, “This is me and my story.”
We walk around with our public faces on, but a powerful shift occurs when we remove the mask and share from our heart. Vulnerability in you has the power to set someone else free. It says, “Me too.” It shouldn’t, but it always surprises me to discover some secret burden that someone is carrying. We’re really good at pretending that everything is okay.
But get a little brave, bare your soul even a little, and the results are usually amazing.