It gives me pause to see the question stated so plainly. I’d like to think that I sacrificed 26 years of my life to proclaim the Gospel of Jesus Christ, but it wasn’t anything nearly that noble or selfless. It was a struggle, alright, but not because I deprived myself in any way or took many unpopular stands, or had to forgo creature comforts or pleasure, or renounce family life. It was more that I was always feeling like a fish out of water, way out of my comfort zone, and less than honest about my ambivalence toward and doubt about the whole enterprise.
There was a certain sacrifice of time and direction of effort when our children were growing up.
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