Photo by Kolya Miller
I’ve probably spent more time in hospitals than most people. I’m not saying it’s a competition, but if it was then I would win.
Whenever I go to a hospital or a doctor’s surgery I wonder why Christians are encouraged to share their faith in these environments. I would have thought it was the worst possible place to evangelise.
For example, what is the point of sitting next to a man who is putting on the usual brave face and trying to share your faith with him?
Let’s call this hypothetical man ‘Malcolm’.
Admittedly, the possibilities to play on Malcolm’s fears are limitless:
“Do you believe in an afterlife?”
That’s a nice ice breaker.
“If you were to die today do you know where you would go?”
Who said death is taboo? And the inference that there is more than one place for Malcolm to go when he dies is sure to comfort him.
And what if an eager evangelist got cut off mid-evangelism?
“As I was saying Malcolm, we are all sinners from birth ever since the fall and not one of us can work our way into heaven. There is nothing we can do to be saved. We are all destined for hell and the wages of sin is death…”
‘Can Malcolm Hypothetical come through for his tests now please?’
And Malcolm gets up, his legs shaking a little. Then he walks sadly along a corridor which has walls saturated in years of people’s fears.
I will be back in a doctors waiting room next week (for the umpteenth time). I intend to practice what I preach and not share my faith there.