I was preparing obsessively.
I was getting ready for a hunting trip, and I was doing what serious hunters do before heading into unfamiliar country: studying everything I could.
I was willing to spend hours thinking ahead—trying to understand the terrain, anticipate problems, and improve the odds of being ready when the moment came.
Not evangelism as a program. Not approaching strangers with a script. I was thinking about the people already in my life—friends, relatives, coworkers, neighbors, people I genuinely cared about and would probably know for years.
I realized I often cared deeply about them, prayed generally for them, and hoped spiritual conversations would happen—but I was not nearly as intentional about preparing for those conversations as I was about preparing for a hobby.