This summer I was privileged to spend a week in class with a Canadian pastor by the name of Douglas McGuire.

If you read news from the north, pastors in Canada can get thrown into jail for simply saying that homosexuality is a sin. Douglas knows this and has warned his congregation that a Sunday may come when he's not there and someone else will have to fill the pulpit. 

When Douglas moved to the current church he's at now, he had never encountered more broken homes in one village. His son would come home black-eyed and bruised simply because he was the son of a pastor. "Do you want us to pull you out?" Douglas would ask his boy. "No," said his son, "I want this kind of testimony." Fortunately, the beatings from other students stopped when his son beefed up by the time he reached middle school.

What struck me most about Douglas is that you'd never know he was from a country where religious freedom is growing more scarce by the year or that he had a son who was treated like a punching bag for being a Christian. Douglas does not walk around with a holy frown or go around touting his spiritual victories. He's a very laid back, happy guy. 

When he told me about his family entering a village that he suddenly realized was a nudist lesbian colony I asked him, "Do this ever make you worry for your wife and kids?" and he said, "No. I believe in a big God."

Would we share the gospel enough, be bold enough, and open our mouth for Jesus enough so that we could even be able to experience His "biggness"!