When I became a Christian not quite three years ago, I had a deep sense of urgency for the dying world around me.
It was as if I was awoken from a dream with a vision of coming destruction, and I had the whole world to warn. There were so many people who didn’t know the truth I now understood.
On a mission to share the gospel, my greatest fault was perhaps my unchecked zeal for sharing the good news with everyone I could. It was like I had escaped a fish tank, but my friends thought the new ocean I found was more restricting than their glass rectangle.
However, frantic preaching didn’t get me anywhere but in heated debates with hurt feelings and distrust. I’ve since come to realize I have an urgent message, but it is one that needs to be brought wrapped in love and patience.