Church in a Blues Bar

This new journey of mine into the "wild" outside the church began with the growing realization that perhaps I was not really cut out to be a church planter. I had been laboring in the suburbs of Atlanta with little fruit to show for my efforts. Despite the fact that I had attended a Bible College, a three-year seminary M-Div program, and pastored for 22 years, I knew in the inner recesses of my soul that there was something fake, and I was desperately afraid of being "outed". Although I had always loved evangelism and eagerly participated in the sharing of the Gospel to those outside the Christian community, I truly did not understand why non-Christians didn't jump at my carefully worded explanations and presentations and my plea for them to turn to Jesus. Did these people not understand how much time and money had been spent for me to become an "expert" on faith? Why wouldn't they just listen to me?