I like to think I have some powers of persuasion, that I am good with words. But still, the fact remains: I have never succeeded in converting another person.
A few years ago, I nearly severed a close friendship in my enthusiasm and zeal over Theology of the Body and Church teaching on contraception.
Conversion isn’t something I have any power over. I have to remind myself, sometimes hourly, that my job is that of a farmer: I plant seeds. I sow prayers.
I continue to be terrified by the call to the New Evangelization. What good can I do? I wonder if God really picked an instrument that can do any good.
I can plant the seeds, that’s what. It involves getting my hands dirty and keeping myself busy. Sowing those prayers means I have a focus.
I may never see the buds or the blooms from my work. I may never hear that gratifying word of appreciation or hear of someone else’s conversion.
But if I’m lucky, I’ll find myself converted, again and again.
Copyright © 2012, Sarah Reinhard