Random Things

I love to tell the story of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and His love;
I love to tell the story, because I know ’tis true,
It satisfies my longings as nothing else would do

• I love to tell the story,
  ’Twill be my theme in glory,
  To tell the old, old story
  Of Jesus and His love.

I love to tell the story, more wonderful it seems
Than all the golden fancies of all our golden dreams;
I love to tell the story, it did so much for me,
And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee.

I love to tell the story, ’tis pleasant to repeat,
What seems each time I tell it more wonderfully sweet;
I love to tell the story, for some have never heard
The message of salvation from God’s own holy Word.


I love to tell the story, for those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest;
And when in scenes of glory I sing the new, new song,
’Twill be the old, old story that I have loved so long.

These words put so simply the [sometimes terrifying] idea of evangelism.  Evangelism.  A big word that comes with a big task.  And it is not my spiritual gift.  So last week when we sang this hymn I was struck by how simple it is.  Just tell the story.  The story of the most life changing event in history.