The Gospel Revisited

If the gospel is good news, then why do people's eyes glaze over when I share it?

I was abducted by an alien gospel. At least that seems the best way to describe what happened when I was 11 years old. One day during a summertime visit to my aunt’s home, I found some matches and played with them in the backyard. As she put me to bed that night, my aunt asked me if I had been playing with matches (she had been tipped off by a neighbor).   Being an 11-year-old, I naturally said no.