Who can we tell?

I'm a senior in high school with one semester left before graduation, that means I am constantly thinking about the next phase in my life and what will become of me after I leave home and this comfortable little life here in south Georgia. But in looking towards the future I am also forced to look back on my life, especially the time in which I entered high school. To say I am a completley different person now would be an understatement but, instead of focusing on myself, I am forced to look at those faces in the hallway who I have let just pass by me for four years. I have to think back to all those students who were desperate for something to believe in but, I was too afraid and confused to let them in on the beautiful Abba I had discovered. I will never stop regretting the fact that my chance to share with some of them is forever lost. I will never stop being heartbroken over the fact that some of them will spend eternity in Hell and it's my fault. But the shining light in all this regret is that I haven't left yet. I am still here and I still have a chance to keep my friends from facing the despair that is an eternity away from God. Now don't get me wrong, I know there are opportunities I may never get back and people who I will never see again but, there are people I call friends who are still lost and I refuse to leave without giving my all to change that. Now I know myself. I know how difficult this is going to be. I will have to fight the cowardly, wordly part of myself every step of the way but, I want to do this. I want to step out of faith and know that my God will give me opportunities and the words to say. It's our jobs as Christians to tell of the good news and the best place to start is at home and in our schools. Maybe we will be persecuted, in fact the Bible pretty much garantees we will but hey Jesus was persecuted and killed and as Christians we are strinving to be like him right?