What Might Have Been
I don’t have a dramatic conversion story. Sometimes I wish I did. I remember as a younger Christian hearing stories of people sharing their impressive conversion stories and being almost envious of them. You know them. People who served prison time, who were caught up in heinous sins. And then, someone shared the gospel with them and their lives were changed. I remember hearing one of them years ago. A guy named Joe shared with our group what he used to be like and we all listened with mouths agape and hearts amazed at how powerful the gospel had been in his life. It’s not that my sins were any less offensive to the most holy God, but Joe’s sins and his deliverance made for such a better and more compelling testimony to the power of the gospel. Sometimes I wish I had Joe’s story, but I don’t. I wasn’t raised from birth going to church, but I was introduced to the good news at the relatively young age of ten. So,...