I don't do anything halfway. Well usually I don't.
When I became a Christian I went full bore. I read the bible from cover to cover. I gave up premarital sex, cigarettes, drinking and cussing. I cut my hair nice and got some sweaters. I went to church almost every day. I started reading Christian books, and even listened to Christian music, no matter how bad it was. I was gonna win an award for most fanatical convert.
Well I worked the night shift at the local fast food joint, was actually the manager. I would get home at 2 or 3 am and would sleep until 9 or so. I would then get something to eat and then go sit in the backyard and read my books or the bible. And I would get really into it.
But this one day my little brother was bugging me. He kept fighting with my other brother who was the youngest, and then he would come screaming out to me to enforce justice. I couldn't get my stupid brother to behave and he was keeping me from my bible reading. I wondered when my mom was going to come home to let me have some peace.
Well the baby brother came out again crying and I went inside and gave the older little brother a good bashing. I mean he was keeping me from my bible reading, couldn't he see that?
I went back to the bible after this, and for some reason I couldn't seem to get into it.
I hope I have grown a bit since then.