A minister at the church I attended in Texas provided me with a self-study test to tell me more about who I am. Actually, its purpose is to help churches identify "spiritual gifts" so they get volunteers whose skills fit their roles. Some of it is very obvious: if you love to sing, you should be in a choir.
I was fairly skeptical at first, because I can't sing, among many other religious failings. It was hard to imagine I'd get anything of benefit from it. But I checked off the boxes and added my score and it gave me a word I would never have given myself, and yet, the word is exactly what I am: evangelist.
A few year ago, I went to San Miguel de Allende with a tour group, and every morning I taught them yoga on the roof of the hotel. About half way through the week, an elderly gentleman in the hotel challenged me rather aggressively at breakfast about waking him up every morning. He was sure I would feel ashamed when he said, "How do you feel knowing the whole street can hear you shouting 'squeeze your bum' from the rooftops?"
Instead I burst out laughing and told him that was my life's dream coming true.
Yes, I am the evangelist of squeezing your bum. I'll gladly shout that from every rooftop in the land.
Is there an evangelist in you? Check it out if you dare...