26 years ago today...

My atheistic worldview was interrupted by the God who pursues even those who deny him. 

I was confident that God(s) didn't exist, that he/she/they were constructs of individuals and cultures to stuff in the gaps and calm fears. I considered myself a realist who preferred unanswered questions over fairy tales...

Today, I look back and remember the moment my existence was interrupted. My eyes still burn. 

Today, to deny God's existence, I'd have to first deny my very own.

Today, I still have questions, but now my mind has a Mentor.

Today, I'm savoring the truth that the goal of believing isn't avoiding pain. The goal of all living things is to grow (and multiply). The goal of faith isn't answers. The goal of faith is intimacy. 

And intimacy with God is a reality vast enough, mysterious enough, satisfying enough...to engage me forever.