You know, when you told me about witnessing to your grandmother, I got that same sinking feeling again. Not because of what you're doing, but the whole idea of lost souls now seems to just turn my legs into so much jelly. So give us grace, and mercy, and help us in this. Because bitterness will not bring us to the kingdom. What can we do, but to pray for words and anointed lips, and open hearts? For wide is the road to destruction but narrow the gate to the kingdom of heaven. So help us. Please.