While an undergraduate at UT Austin, I accepted Jesus as my personal Lord and Savior. I asked Jesus to come into me as he came into Lazarus' tomb and bring to life the dead things in me. This happened on a Thursday night in response to a sermon about Jesus raising Lazarus given by the Methodist campus minister. I'll never forget it.
Mind you, in many ways there is nothing overly dramatic or even surprising about this conversion story. I had believed in or wanted to believe in the God revealed in the Bible for most of my life. And nothing dramatic or tangibly spiritual happened the night I prayed that prayer in response to that Methodist sermon. Yet, at first subtly and then vigorously, I began to catch fire.
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