I have thought about wearing a sandwich sign with those words written on it.
You know, stand on a busy intersection and hope that someone's life will be changed because of the shock of seeing the warning.

My weak example of living a Christian life makes me desire to be a martyr so that I can display my true love of Jesus my Savior.

Warning strangers of their choice whether to go to Heaven or Hell is what I may actually DO if I end up living on the streets as a bag lady.
It could happen.
Its happened before.
I've had a comfortable life slip away like a rug being pulled out beneath me. I know how it feels to be homeless and in desperate need.
It would benefit me to be to be desperate again because I have lately become too comfy and luke warm.
One thing about suffering...
a person can get very, very close to God.

I pray that I may be accounted worthy to escape the things that are coming upon the Earth.
And that I be made worthy to be called a Christian.
I surrender.