If you’ve come to save my soul, we should talk, first. The last time someone tried, I almost lost it from my body, by my own hand. Saving my soul may be what you thought it was, but it did not mean the same thing to me. For you, to save my soul was to make it pure. But purity, in a soul, is not human nature, nor is it how I was created. 
If you’ve come to save my soul, we should talk first. The soul inside me, was made human. Flawed and imperfect, yes. Full of sin and love, absolutely. But this love is not my flaw. This is part of my grace. My soul burns with a passion, not with the hell fire that you tell of. To live with such passion brings me closer to God, not farther away. The distance to the divine is measured by the unconditional nature of our love. God does not hate the sinner, nor does God hate the sin. God does not hate anything. God only loves. 

If you’ve come to save my soul, we should talk first. Tell me your story of loss and joy and love and fears and secret sin. Tell me how God has touched you, and how you have touched God. 

If you’ve come to save my soul, we should talk first. Listen to my story. Feel my passion. I may be able to help save yours.