If you know me (does anyone read this who doesn't?), you know I've always considered myself a Christian. When I was six years old, I prayed to ask Jesus to forgive my sins. I think of this difference now as that when I was a child, I gave my death the Jesus. This last Sunday, I gave my life to Him.
If you know me, you may think a lot of my life choices appear to be incompatible with being a Christian.
This isn't so much about my choices and the details of the life I have made for myself, as it is about the very specific detail of my relationship with Christ. In the past two years at Quest, I've confronted myself with the reality of Christ and what it really means to have Him in my heart, and realized that I just didn't. That I believed all of it, but that His presence wasn't real for me.
The long version of this story is just beginning to unfold as I learn to live what I've been learning throughout my life. The second half of prayer is listening for the answer.
I'll be writing about the pieces as I have time, and I welcome conversations about what has brought me here.