I was in the middle of reading Contend by Pastor Philip Anthony Mitchell when I came across an interview with him — one of those street interviews, a young man named James holding a microphone outside a building in Atlanta, asking Pastor Philip how he got rich.
And I sat there with that book still open in my lap and cried. Not sad tears. Joy tears. This young interviewer has 26 million followers — twenty-6 million — and he is not ashamed to steer his street interviews toward God. He just asks. Out loud. In public. And because he did, millions of people who would never walk into a church just heard the gospel on their phones.
The pastor, for his part, talked about his greatest fear: standing before Jesus and hearing the words of Matthew 7:21 — "I never knew you." And his counsel at the end was simple enough to fit in one breath: trust God, and leave all the consequences up to Him.
I've been thinking about that interview for hours. Not because of the size of it. Because of the smallness of it. A microphone. A sidewalk. Ordinary obedience. God did the multiplying.
And then the thought landed where it always lands in our house — right in the middle of our marriage.
Why is it easier to be unashamed of God in front of strangers than in front of the person we sleep beside?
We know couples — and we've been this couple — who will share a verse online for five hundred people to see, but have never once prayed out loud where their spouse can hear them. Who talk about God at church and go quiet about Him at their own table. Who are brave everywhere except at home.
Paul wrote, "I am not ashamed of the gospel" (Romans 1:16). He said it about Rome — the hardest room he knew. For most of us, the hardest room isn't Rome. It's the kitchen. It's the bedroom. It's the two feet of space between you and the person who knows exactly how you really live.
And maybe that's tied to the pastor's fear. I never knew you. Underneath every marriage is that same longing and that same danger — to be truly known, or to live years side by side and still be strangers. God never intended marriage to be two people hiding in the same house. He made it to be the first place we practice being known: known by Him, and then, bravely, known by each other.
Jude tells the church to contend for the faith. We've decided that contending starts at home. It looks nothing like a microphone on a sidewalk. It looks like praying where your husband can hear you, even when your voice shakes. It looks like saying "God has been dealing with me about something" at dinner instead of swallowing it. It looks like telling the truth — the whole truth, the kind our book is named for — and then doing what that pastor said: trusting God and leaving the consequences up to Him.
Small obedience. That's all James had. A platform, a simple question, an unashamed heart. God handled the 26 million.
Your living room will never have 24 million people in it. It has one. One person who was given to you to know deeply and be known by deeply. If we can be unashamed anywhere, let it be there first.
Tonight, one small act of holy courage: pray out loud, where your spouse can hear you. Say one true thing about God at your own table. Start the interview at home.
Lord, make us unashamed — not just in public, but in private, where it costs the most and counts the most. Teach us to contend for our faith at our own table, to be known by You and by each other, and to trust You with every consequence. Amen.
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