There’s a trend I’ve been seeing lately among believers, especially women who serve Christ, and I can’t stay quiet about it. It’s the idea that we shouldn’t focus on sin in our teaching or preaching.
Now, I get where people are coming from. Scripture tells us that it’s God’s kindness that leads us to repentance (Romans 2:4). That is true—completely. But here’s the thing: kindness isn’t the whole story. God is love, but He’s also a consuming fire (Hebrews 12:29).
I know that personally because of how I came to Him.
My Story
I wasn’t supposed to be born. The doctors told my mother to abort me. She had to take injections every day to keep her pregnancy viable. My grandmother didn’t even know the Lord, but she made a promise to Him: If You let my granddaughter be born, I will dedicate her to You.
She kept her word. My mother was invited to a Pentecostal church by the mother of one of her teenage boyfriends, and at just two months old, I was dedicated to the Lord.
I grew up in an old-school Pentecostal church. We didn’t have polished Bible studies. We opened the Bible to Genesis, read, taught, and prayed—verse by verse—until we reached Revelation, then started again. We fasted, prayed, saw the power of the Holy Spirit, and yes, even witnessed demons cast out. I knew God. I knew His Word. I knew what He expected from me.
But in my early teens, I made a choice. I didn’t want to serve Him. I joined the wrong crowd. Gangs. Alcohol. Fornication. Violence. And here’s the irony—the prophetic gift God placed in me still worked. I could sense trouble before it came. I could warn my friends, and often, we avoided disaster. But I was using His gift for my own purposes.
God let it go for a while. But at 16, He drew the line.
The Night Everything Changed
I overdosed.
I remember being put in the ambulance, fading in and out. I could hear the doctors. I could hear my mom. But my body wouldn’t respond. I was aware, but I couldn’t move, speak, or open my eyes.
Then I saw them—demons—coming for me. A darkness surrounded me so thick you could cut it with a knife. It was cold, but not in a temperature sense. Cold as in soulless.
And I knew exactly what was happening. I was about to enter eternity without my Savior.
You see, I had convinced myself I could live in sin, repent later, and be fine. But in that moment, I knew I was out of time.
Then I saw it—a faint light. And I ran toward it with everything in me. Those demons were faster, stronger, and I knew I couldn’t outrun them. So I did the only thing I could.
I prayed.
God, if You’re real, please don’t let me die like this. Help me, and I promise I will serve You for the rest of my life.
And then I heard His audible voice: Daughter, you need to choose today who you will serve.
I said, I will serve You.
He asked again: Who will you serve?
Again I answered, I will serve You and only You.
I felt a massive, warm hand cover my back and push me into that light. And then—I woke up. My eyes opened. I could speak. I could move.
Seven hours later, I walked out of that hospital without a single brain injury or complication. That was 30 years ago. I’ve been serving Him ever since.
Why This Matters Now
When I hear people say that preaching on sin isn’t important, I can’t agree. Because that night, it wasn’t “kindness” that led me to repentance. It was the terrifying reality of where my choices were taking me.
Yes, we shouldn’t beat people down or constantly scream “You’re going to hell!” But we also can’t water down the truth to make it more palatable. The Bible makes it clear: if we knowingly and habitually choose to live in sin without repentance, we forfeit our salvation (Hebrews 10:26-27, Galatians 5:19-21).
Salvation is a gift, but it requires our response. It requires obedience to God’s truth—not our truth.
For the One Struggling With Sin
If you’re struggling with sin and God’s been convicting you, start here:
Ask yourself—Does this sin grieve me? Or do I still enjoy it?
If you secretly enjoy it and see nothing wrong with it, conviction hasn’t taken root yet. And without conviction, it will be hard to truly turn away.
Don’t fake it. Be real with God.
Pray: Lord, I’m struggling. I even enjoy this sin, and I don’t yet hate it. But I want to love what You love and hate what You hate. Purify my heart. Show me how this grieves You. Convict me until I’m free.
The Holy Spirit is your Helper (John 14:26). And 1 Corinthians 10:13 tells us that no temptation is without a way out.
Final Word
God is love. He is kind. But He is also holy, just, and unchanging. Love doesn’t ignore the truth—it delivers it.
I’m living proof that His truth, even when it confronts us, can save a life.
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