I used to say that I couldn’t remember a time when I didn’t believe in Christ. Years ago, based on a friend’s suggestion, I told God, “It doesn’t bother me. But if I need to know about this, just show me.”
My answer came in the form of a God’s eye view right through the roof of my parents’ 1949 Chevy. A little girl with her Sunday best puff sleeves and velvet ribbon prayerfully singing, Come in today, come in to stay, come into my life, Lord Jesus.
Answered prayer. Twice.
Even when I wondered about Him, He had no doubts about me.
I have no doubts about you, Andrew. Of course, if I’d met you way back when . . . yeah, I might have doubted. God gets it right. Always.