A Conga Line broke out during the last worship song of the night. Students chased each other joyfully around the room, dancing and singing praise to God.
I was standing in the back, up the stairs, as usual. And from that perspective, I could watch the Line form.
A train of students would move past and, one by one, people standing in the rows would get up the nerve to join in. And when they did, it looked like a blast.
Not everyone joined the Conga Line. No one explained, point by point, why the Conga Line would be a good experience or what you get out of a Conga Line. The runners, the dancers, the Line people just enjoyed themselves and invited others to share in their joy.
What would happen if our evangelism was more like that?