I sat outside the library today and listened to a Chinese man singing hymns from a hymnal with his wife and little girl by the pond. It was one of the most refreshing things I have experienced in a long time. I wish I had talked to him to learn his story. He raised his hands in praise to Jesus, unashamedly. It was all he did.

I feel ashamed of myself for being ashamed of the gospel, embarrassed by it. Embarrassed to speak up for Christ, afraid of what others will think of me, afraid of looking foolish. I want to be like that man.