In my last post I wrote that I would try to explain why when I experience my hyperreligiosity, I'm always dreaming of being an evangelist. I will try to explain it as simply as I can, and for a more in-depth look at it, please read the article that I am going to write for another website. When it is completed, I will make a link on my blog and will announce it.

Okay, so hyperreligiosity is the excessive preoccupation with religion or the occult, and me it nearly always puts me in a state where I'm about one step away from preaching on the street corner. I'll explain why:

When I have this symptom, my faith is strengthened, to be sure, but the reason for that is because my faith becomes more immediate and more real. I don't want to imply that the faith of others is not real, but I can't think of any better way of describing it than as more "real" than when I'm not having this symptom. Particularly, the reality of the afterlife sets in, both Heaven and Hell. It is standard Christian doctrine that those who are not Christian (defined various ways depending on the denomination) will end up in Hell, where they will face everlasting torment. In my hyperreligiosity periods, this fact becomes very real to me, and so to save others from such a horrible fate, I feel I have to evangelize to them. It is pretty simple to understand, I suppose, but I wonder why I have this urge to evangelize, whereas most other Christians I know don't. Do they not really believe in what is to come for the lost? Do they not really love other people? I guess I just don't know the reason why I'm the only one who wants to be out on that street corner. In these hyperreligiosity periods, I feel like running up and down the street yelling and warning everyone about what will come. It isn't to chalk up souls for Jesus, or even to be obedient to the Great Commission. It is, instead, out of love of my fellow human being.

What would you do if you actually believed non-Christians would end up in a torturous Hell? Would preaching on the street corner sound crazy then? Would you hide your faith around non-believers so that you don't "offend" them? I know I have been so ingrained with the idea that I will offend people if I talk about my faith—and guess what, I have offended people greatly—but what kind of person would I be if I let my fear of offending people hold me back? I certainly wouldn't be someone who loved people.

I so struggle with this issue. I don't even know how to make sense of it all. The only reason why I even call this line of thinking hyperreligiosity is because I don't know any Christians who feel the same. Whenever I'm the only one, it makes me pause and wonder if I've gone off the deep end. But to tell you the truth, I don't actually think I'm the one who has the problem in this regard. I feel that my thoughts are the logical extension of my worldview.

Anyway, I hope I didn't turn off too many of my blog readers, and I do hope that this gave you some insight and understanding of why people who are crazy like me end up on the street corner preaching the Gospel.