There’s something in me that thrills to recall finding God’s love for the very first time. There’s something in me that’s just dying to witness a new believer singing “Amazing Grace” with tears in their eyes, conviction in their soul. There’s something in me that’s itching to see masses at an altar call or hordes sobbing in repentance.
The longer I’m a Christian, the more I yearn to witness a good ol’ fashioned, solid conversion. These moments have been too few and far in between, but I’ve seen ‘em happen. And every time, my heart flutters in gratitude.
One happened when I was still in university. At the time, my childhood faith finally became real. I had a personal revival.
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