One of the greatest joys of evangelism is this: God places you in front of people you would have never planned to meet. I was sitting alone at a restaurant bar, eating a quiet meal, when a young woman named Hannah sat down next to me. Bars have a way of making people open up—walls come down, conversations start, and strangers become surprisingly honest. Hannah was no exception. We began with small talk, but it didn’t stay there long. Eventually, the conversation turned to what we did for a living. She shared that she was working as an exotic dancer to pay her way through school. Then she asked what I did. I knew this could get awkward. “I’m kind of like a pastor,” I said. “I work with churches to help people share Jesus with others.” Immediately, I saw it—the hesitation. The subtle pullback. The expectation of judgment. So I addressed it directly. “Don’t worry—I’m not here to judge you.” She paused… then leaned back in. What followed was honest, raw, and real. She told me she had grown...