Counting the cost

This week there was a shooting in my city.  It wasn’t a drug deal gone bad.  It wasn’t domestic violence.  A man was sharing his faith in Christ and was rewarded with a bullet to the face.  This man was a faithful servant in the house of the Lord and a regular at Saturday morning prayer.  He mentored young, fatherless boys.  And he shared his faith.  This week it cost him a great deal to be a Christian.

He lived through the shooting and had reconstructive surgery to his face.  While he will almost certainly be scarred, he will survive.

In America there has not been much risk involved with being a Christian.  But the world is not as friendly towards the followers of Christ as it used to be.  Seems that it might be a good time to begin counting the cost.  Looks like it may soon begin to really cost us something.