I am the broken pieces of what was supposed to be Matt Archbold. I know this.
Charged with following Christ and spreading the gospel I shudder to think of my wayward path. And I hesitate to consider how many times I have, when faced with a perfect moment to spread the gospel, instead opted for biting sarcasm? Or even cowardly silence.
I don’t know if it’s in my nature to jump to sarcasm or to cowardly opt for silence but I do not come to Christ for validation of my nature. I require correction. I beg for it. I need that steady campfire to beckon me back from my mad midnight charges into the wilderness.
