Would I do it all over again?

At the age of 3, my mother presented me to a pastor to make the sign of the cross over my heart and forehead with a few drops of water. Somehow in those moments, Christ claimed me as His own and my heart has never been the same. Before my circuitous thoughts could take over my personality, my heart knew that Jesus Christ was the one true Lord. The God who came down from heaven and became one of us, to save us from ourselves...from our own depravity, greed, selfishness. I instinctively believed that the Creator of the Universe died our death for us and rose again from the dead so that we could live in eternity with Him.

Last week, as I was planning a conference meant for rejuvenation of my fellow sojourners (known as InterVarsity staff) and studied the book of Romans with some amazing people, I found myself thinking, "would I believe the story now as an adult who has been knocked around and disillusioned by life in so many ways? What makes me so sure that this Jesus is who He says He is?"

My life would be so different if I didn't believe. I would be seeking after a high powered, high paying second career. I would be spending time in a fancy downtown bar finding the man for the moment if I couldn't catch him for the lifetime. I would be considering finding a test tube to father a child so I could experience what it is like to be pregnant (who needs a man anyway?). My life would be so.....empty!

Because even though the Christian lifestyle can be so filled with doubt and seemingly pointless strivings toward a higher calling, it is a life that I live knowing that there really is an all powerful Spirit who loves me, listens to me, prepares a future home for me in heaven that is so much bigger than this life.

Would I do it all again...give my life to Jesus? The answer is an unequivocal, YES! My heart cries out with Peter, "Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life."