Am I a peddler?

There were some moments today and yesterday I felt like I was some random street peddler trying to sell something to college students (freshmen). As I approached students with a flyer, several of them would try with all their might not to make eye contact with me...as if that would somehow make me believe that they really didn't hear me talking to them.

Yesterday was the freshmen organizational fair. We had our epic table out there along with all the other groups vying for the attention of freshmen. What struck me most was that freshmen are searching. They are searching for a place to belong, a community. They are searching for significance through relationships or a career (as they madly signed up at every table that had any relation to what they were studying). And whether they knew it or not, their souls were thirsty to be satisfied by "something."

Am I a peddler? Yes I am, but I'm not peddling something that'll just collect dust on someone's shelf. I'm peddling a message of hope, freedom, and satisfaction that only Christ can give.

"Everyone who drinks of this water shall thirst again; but whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life." John 4:13-14

Past couple of days, we passed out about 1250 flyers for an ice cream bash tonight. When they come, they will receive a Bible, a copy of Blue Like Jazz, a CD, and some free music downloads. Tomorrow night, we will have our freshmen Bible study. We are trusting that students will come out to both to find the goods that we're peddling.