Could it not be, that God loves me too deeply, by having people challenge me so that I know I'm not perfect.

The single most loving act we can do is share the good news of Jesus Christ, that God saves sinners.

In essence, we are reconciled to reconcile.

He can heal me. I believe He will. I believe I'm going to be an old surely Baptist preacher. And even if He doesn't...that's the thing: I've read Philippians 1. I know what Paul says. I'm here let's work, if I go home? That's better. I understand that.

The context of the gospel message is not our benefit or our salvation; the context of the gospel is the supremacy of Christ and the glory of God.

If all you got is "I don't want to be that" then sell insurance.

God is at work in the mess. That's the message of the Bible. That's why the Bible is not pretty. That's why it's grimy, because God is working in the mess. He's working in the tears.