admit. Too often I try to win allies to my point of view rather than pointing to Jesus. I remember having lots of arguments with people of different perspectives. I exercised my tongue and my brain a lot in those situations. I fervently and (I hope) intelligently refuted arguments. I showed my mettle. I proved myself. I proved that it was more important to me to win an argument than to be like Jesus—compassionate and loving. Kind and patient. Twelve years in Lebanon broke the spine of the things I thought