As Easy as Pushing a Button?

I was headed on the three A.M. Train to Williamsburg, Virginia to spend the July fourth holiday. As a perused my Facebook news feed, there it was, staring me in the face. What good luck! Could it really be true?! Is it really that easy? Just push a button?
   It stood before me. One of my favorite pictures of Jesus on the right, hugging a person who has just entered the kingdom of heaven. On the left, a high cliff with lost souls throwing themselves off into the fires of hell. 'Type 1 for salvation, 2 for damnation' it read. So all I need to do is type 1? No following the life that Jesus led? No following the command he gave to the 72 followers?
  Well, if only it was that easy, but today's gospel tells us otherwise. Jesus makes it very clear that He sends each one of us into the world to preach the arrival of the kingdom. And each of us is entrusted to cast out demons and save souls, demons of greed and other addictions, false prophesies of society and harmful life choices. And we are told to not revel in the miracle of saving others because it is not ourselves who are doing these things, but the Spirit. We are to remain humble, as Pope Francis has told his clergy this week, and be thankful that we are already entrusted to the father's house.
  So how do we do these things? Do we stand on the street corner on a soapbox and read bible passages? I suppose one could, but it is in how we live our lives. As people interact with us or pass by where we are standing, do they see Jesus? Do our actions, siting the old adage of speaking louder that words, actually follow what we profess? These are questions we need to revisit again and again and, even if we are falling short, inspire us to make a new effort to reach these ideals.
  The seventy-two are not named in the bible. We are those people. Unnamed, unknowns. Simply living and preaching the good news of Christ resurrected. And though this is more difficult than pushing a button, the rewards are greater than we can imagine.
  I will say this. I typed a one. Can't hurt to be safe. But I rather think that it didn't matter to Jesus what I typed, but rather what I lived.

Peace.