I had a thought in my head... I imagined myself surrounded by my friends, and one by one they were falling down dead. Instead of dealing with their life threatening situations I would hang out with them, party, and do nice things with them... but not address their dying.
If I really cared about my friends then I wouldn't care if telling them about Jesus made them mad, or resentful. If I REALLY loved them, then none of those fears at all would even hold any weight. If I REALLY cared about them then I would tell them straight to their face, probably as quickly as possible. If I REALLY loved then I wouldn't just watch them die and pretend that I did all that I could to stop it.
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