The story is told of a little boy who was scared to go to church one Sunday. He cried and cried and his mother couldn’t find out what was wrong with him. He loved to go to Sunday school and church. She kept questioning him and finally he blurted out, “I’m afraid of the zeal.”
“What zeal?” she asked.
“The preacher said last Sunday “the zeal has eaten me up”
“I’m afraid of the zeal. I’m afraid it will eat me if I go to church.”