I grew up in Italy. It was more of a cultural thing to be Christian. You just go to church because that’s what everyone else is doing, especially if you are Italian and Filipino like me.
I didn’t know that Jesus was God or that I needed to accept Him as my Lord and Savior.
When I got to college, I started partying, getting drunk, taking drugs; you name it. All I did was create a bigger hole that I couldn’t get out of.
Every night, I would think, What’s the point of this? Why not just end it? Why not just join the military? If I joined the military, I could put myself into some extremely dangerous situation and end my life but not look like a coward.
Then my brother, Alessandro, came to Christ. We had a really bad relationship before he became a Christian and then after he did, it changed for the better.
Little by little we talked about what it meant to have a relationship with Christ. I didn’t know. I figured if I just didn’t screw up enough, I would get into heaven.
But I entertained the notion that Alessandro might have really changed, so I checked out his church. One day I was in my bed, where I had a little picture of Jesus.
I looked at it and prayed, “If You are real, show Yourself to me.”
Throughout the next month, “coincidences” happened. That’s what I would call them: coincidences.
One of my friends from the church gave me this book called The Case for Faith by Lee Strobel. It was referring to Scriptures and concepts I didn’t understand.
I was standing in the laundromat and I just didn’t get it. So I just prayed, “God, if You want me to understand who You are and get past these objections, can You send someone to explain this to me? I don’t care who it is.”
The second I finished that prayer, I looked up and my pastor was standing there. I had not seen him coming at all. That’s just one of the “coincidences.”
You can’t always write things off to be a coincidence, though.
This summer, during a sermon the pastor asked if anyone wanted to accept Christ. He said God would listen if it was the desire of your heart.
I asked Jesus to come into my life. My life is no longer just another number. It’s a precious soul that God cares deeply about.
I’ve always been the kind of person who wants to be where the fight is at. Evangelism: that’s where the fight is at.
I want to explain God’s kingdom. I want to save people from lies and expose them to truth. Three weeks ago, I saw 2 people become Christians when I was explaining the gospel to them.
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