Courage and faith

My aunt died last night. She was a beautiful woman with such a spunk for life and love.
She will be missed by many.

Her death made me think of her eternity. What's happening right now?

It is written:

"Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age." Matthew 28:19-20

Go, make disciplines... tell them all about God's amazing glory, grace, love... save them from the alternative...

I STINK at this. I am nervous and scared. The boldness I profess to fellow Christians all but disappears. I can profess to my sister and brother-in-law (I have), I can to my nephews, to my parents (to a certain extent) but then the boldness starts slipping. I can to the people who know me now, whom I've met since my move to the USA but the people from back in the day... that is the worst.

What will they think? Will they think I'm a hypocrite because of my past? Will they think I've gone a little nutty now that I'm surrounded by Yankees (their words, not mine! ha!)? What if I show them my passion... show them the true fear I feel for their souls, for their eternity... will they push me away? Will I fail?

Is it my lack of faith? Or my lack of courage? If I had enough faith, would I have enough courage?

If my mind could truly wrap itself around hell and all that it entails... would I be more passionate about their eternal lives?

Would you?