Rob bell, creator of the Nooma DVD series, made a Nooma DVD called 'Bullhorn', in which he talks about street evangelism. He looks at a guy with a Bible in hand who is preaching on a busy street, shouting into a big bullhorn (which I believe is American for megaphone). He questions whether this is the best form of evangelism if indeed it is right at all.Today I was in Manchester city centre with three friends, two of whom are Christians, one of whom is not. We walked past three street evangelists today. One was especially loud, and it was interesting to observe that all four of us put our heads down and walked past him as quickly as we could. I agree with everything he was saying. I know that as Christians we have a gospel to proclaim, that we can do this in many ways, and also that, for some, street evangelism works. I can't help but cringe though. I admire those who do it, and have done aspects of it myself albeit in a much more reserved and personal way instead of booming out a 'turn or burn' kind of message. But it made me cringe and I didn't appreciate the way he was telling people how to live in such a forceful way. Still, if it works, who am I to judge? And to be honest, if God called me to do that, I would like to believe both that He would change me views on it and also that I would do it, despite the issues I have with it now.
One thing we noted was that the second time we passed this particular guy, probably about two hours or more after the first time, he was still shouting out, and yet still no one was listening to him in any obvious way. We flew past him like the rest of the crowd, only to find ourselves attatched to another crowd, very lemming-like, stopping to watch five people dance. I admire the kind of dancing they were doing, which I would describe as contemporary-meets-breakdancing, though I know nothing about dancing so don't take my word for this description. It looked good though. But their dancing didn't have any obvious relevance to anything, yet loads of people were stood there just watching them. The street evangelist, on the other hand, was belting out a message that could change people's lives, yet they seemed more interested in being entertained. Perhaps it was because the dancers didn't challenge them in any way. Jesus, however, may not have danced around on streets in front of crowds. He did among other things teach them though, turn water into wine for them, feed 5,000 with a small amount of food, heal countless of them and even give his life for them. Even the crowds today, who didn't seem interested in hearing the preacher-Jesus died for them. He gave his life as a ransom to God for every mistake they have ever and will ever make. He made things right for them because they can't do that by themselves. None of us can. And when Jesus rose from the grave three days later, he defeated our mistakes. He defeated death! Meaning that anyone who believes he has done this for them, says sorry ('repents') for their mistakes (which he has paid for!) and calls him their lord and saviour (the one who saved them) can enter into this relationship with God. The street evangelists have a role I do not envy. Many walk on by. They are ridiculed by some. Their voices must really hurt, and they must wonder how many are taking it on. But for those who are listening and for whom it works, it can make that difference between life and death...if street evangelism be the food of salvation, shout on! I apologise for that tacky and thoroughly theologically inaccurate final sentence. I hope you know what I mean though.


