Beautiful Boldness

So Tuesday, October 14, I didn't go to class the entire day. I didn't have this bad conviction about skipping because I had this feeling that God wanted to tell me something. I was able to just use that time to play my guitar in my room, enjoying sitting with the Father. I was able to learn that He wanted me to go speak the gospel in front of my psych 309 class that meets at 9:05 on mwf and he wanted me to do it the following Wednesday (a week and a day after He told me).

So Wednesday rolls around and my teacher finally gets there at 9:04. It takes me a little bit to get the courage, but I finally get up and ask him if I can say something before class starts. He asks me if it can wait until after class, so I agreed. (waiting until the end of class was a blessing because God got me from "oh my goodness I have to do this" to "this has to be done") So finally at the end of class I get up and I'm pretty sure I say this: "Yall I just need to tell you that God loves yall so much and Jesus Christ died on the cross so that you wouldn't have to go to Hell and my prayer for yall is that you receive that gift of salvation." Once I was done I all but ran out of Brackett (if there's someone reading this that doesn't go to Clemson it's one of our academic buildings), and as I was busting through the doors to get out of the classroom I heard the professor say "I apologize I had no idea that's what was going to be said." From that point on I was consumed with fear. Later that night I learned that it was the enemy trying to tell me that I had done wrong by running out, and in that moment I realized satan has no power over me because the Father has given power and authority over him to us. Praise the Lord for the peace He and only He can give.

-Charron Conley