God Chased Me Down

I can’t think of a time when I didn’t believe Christ was my Savior. I cant’ think of a time when I wouldn’t have answered, “Yes, I have a personal relationship with Christ.”

But I can think of a time (a long, long time) when that relationship was on my terms and by my rules. I can think of a time when I listened to a little bit of scripture on Sunday morning – but it had no place in my life the rest of the week.

I was born into an Episcopalian family. I was baptized as an infant. I attended church every Sunday, religious education on Wednesdays, and Bible camp in the summer. Scripture was something that was recited by the priest at our Sunday service. Often my eyes had glazed over by the time the congregation responded with, “Praise be to thee, O Christ.” Outside of Sunday service, scripture did not play a big part in our lives. In fact, I’ve heard it said (with almost a sense of pride) that, “Episcopalians don’t evangelize.”

In college, I r...