I was a young pastor in a university town, newly baptized into the fierce faith of campus ministry. Soon after, a group of Christian students—bold, bright-eyed, unashamed—welcomed me into their company. They carried the gospel like wildfire, unafraid to bring the name of Jesus into the thick of frat house bravado.
“Will you join us,” they asked, “as we go into the fraternity houses to speak the name of Jesus?”
I said yes. Braver in word than in spirit, I nodded—though inside, I trembled.