I grew up in a loving but nominal Christian home and never clearly heard the gospel growing up. So as a teenager, I decided that Christianity wasn’t for me. This set the trajectory for the next decade of my life – living for myself, apart from the Lord. What began as indifferent agnosticism slowly became vehement, intellectualized atheism. Career success became my god. As a senior in college, while interviewing for a prestigious MBA program, I asked the school’s alumnus, “You’re working for a major investment bank as a director. You've made it. What would you do differently?” His short, steely response was a major blow to my worldview. All he said was, “A lot.”
Shortly thereafter, I heard the gospel for the first time. Suddenly, the mocking jeers of the soldiers on Christ’s journey to the cross were my mocking jeers. The weight of sin, idolatry and disregard for the truth was my disregard. But by grace, through faith (Eph. 2:8-9), so too was the reality and power of Christ’s forgiveness and the life offered in Him. Bearing witness to this is a daily challenge and call on the life of every believer, under the banner of “it is finished” (John 19:30).