The Ambassadors’ Academy was absolutely amazing. Never before have I seen such a diverse group of humble and passionate people come together to preach the Gospel to the lost. 35 people from more than a dozen states and three nations attended the academy, and everyone stepped out of their comfort zone and grew leaps and bounds in their boldness for the Lord and compassion for the lost.
Not only was I personally challenged in my own walk with the Lord, but I was (at times) put to shame by the amazing boldness and courage of those around me who stepped up to the plate in order to bring the Gospel to the people on the streets.
21 year old Lara from Houston is just one example. Yesterday at Huntington Beach, I happened to be walking on the pier above one of the stations we had set up to do open-air preaching. I looked down and saw that Lara was the one standing up and sharing the Gospel with those who were standing around listening. But something was wrong. She had stopped preaching and tears were streaming down her cheeks. I didn’t know it at the time, but she hadn’t been able to continue presenting the Gospel because the Lord had broken her heart for the souls of the lost people that she was preaching to. She was weeping because nobody seemed to care about the Gospel that could save their very souls.
How often have you seen that happen in church on a Sunday morning?
“I remember, when I have preached at different times in the country [open-air], and sometimes here, that my whole soul has agonized over men, every nerve of my body has been strained and I could have wept my very being out of my eyes and carried my whole frame away in a flood of tears, if I could but win souls”
C.H. Spurgeon
“But from whence shall I fetch my argument? With what shall I win them? Oh, that I could tell! I would write to them in tears, I would weep out every argument, I would empty my viens for ink, I would petition them on my knees. Oh, how thankful I would be if they would be prevailed with to repent and turn.”
Joseph Alleine
