So today I became one of "those" Baptists (as in "no, no, we're not 'those' kind of baptists") and spent exactly one hour at the Proxy Station, which is a booth that IV youth group set up in the student union to open conversations and try to witness the Gospel.
It was both terrifying and...ummm...terrifying, having to plunge into direct contact with others like that. You develop a thick skin real fast when you're a temp evangelist. You also learn to read people- your whole body and mind becomes like a targeting system for a swiveling, Gospel-spewing ack-ack gun tracking passerby. The constant "Excuse me..." "I have to go someplace" exchange becomes a rhythm that you pick up, and it is a grateful evangelist indeed when someone finally stops, even just to tell you off.
I don't think I could ever do this for a living. But it was interesting to be on the front lines of the battle.