My Faith Journey (Part 2)

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B.P. was a Christian who had thought about and studied these same questions, and he had answers. He made me see that I was shooting at a mirage. The religion for which I had such contempt could be found only in church traditions, dusty books, and bad sermons—not in the New Testament. B.P. convinced me that Christianity made sense, and therefore that it might be true. He opened my mind. God would do the rest.

Still, I was not yet a Christian. I could not—or would not—acknowledge that Christianity was true, and without that conviction I could not honestly commit my life to Christ. Perhaps in exasperation at my stubborn refusal to see the Light, B.P. challenged me to pray, and to ask God to show me the Truth. I did.

Like Gideon (Judges 6:36-40), I set out a fleece in the form of a prayer that I asked God to answer. The nature of that prayer I will keep to myself for now. For our purposes, I need only say that God not only answered the prayer, but He answered it in a way that humbled me and left me little room to doubt the answer or to plead coincidence. In an instant God broke my resistance and my will. I gave my life to Christ that same day: January 3, 1976, in St. Louis, Missouri.

My studies and experiences since then have only reinforced what I discovered to be true that day. I have now read the New Testament many times, yet am still awed by the incredible wisdom and honesty it contains. I have studied the historical evidence for Christ’s resurrection, and can only conclude that if the story is a fabrication, Jesus’s disciples were the most brilliant, audacious, and foolish liars in history. I have seen God perform a miracle to restore the health of my newborn baby boy overnight in response to many prayers. How can I doubt such a magnificent God?

May God bless you, and may you be a blessing to others. (Genesis 12:2-3.)