Recently, I have thought a great deal about why I am a Christian. Is it because I was raised in a Christian home? Definitely not!!! Was it because I had some great role model that convinced me that Jesus was the way? Not really. I wish I had had the advantage of living in a vibrant, loving, Christian home that provided guidance for me. But that didn’t happen. But somehow in the midst of my lostness, God found me. It didn’t happen overnight. I remember at age 13 somehow realizing that God was real. But it wasn’t until college that I found Jesus. Actually, He found me. I was the one that was lost.

In high school I attended church at the protestant services on the Air Force Base. I knew about Jesus but no one, I mean, no one told me that you must be born again. No one talked about a personal relationship with Jesus. I take that back, I did attend a Billy Graham gathering once to watch a movie, but it wasn’t until my junior year in college that I  accepted Jesus.