I remember the day I realized my need for a Savior. I was at a college retreat, the year I was graduating. The priest instructed us to thank the classmates who we appreciated, and to apologize to the classmates we hurt.

Most of my classmates were crying like little girls. I knew the state of my heart was hard and cold as stone, but, at the time, I felt it softening. I realized I was missing something in my life, and deep down, I knew it was a relationship with someone Who cared more about me, than I did about myself.

I knew one of my friends was attending a Christian church. I asked him whether there were beautiful girls attending.  “Yes,” he replied matter-of-factly. I joined him that Friday for a youth service, and he introduced me to a few of their pastors.

I immediately felt at ease with two of the pastors, who asked to meet me the next day. Since I had no reason to decline, I went. That meeting became a regular one for the next 12 Saturday afternoons, where they taught me about who God really is.  Honestly, I didn’t quite understand what I was studying, but before I knew it, we had completed the module.  The Pastor then told me that I was ready to take my relationship with Jesus to the next level, and invited me to a retreat.

I had no clue what was in store for me or what to expect, but I faithfully went. It was there and then that everything became clear and made sense to me! I understood everything we’d read and studied about before.

I surrendered my life to Jesus that day–I did it before, but I didn’t really understand what I was doing.  This time, I knew for sure and I agreed to be baptized that same day.

To this day, I remember those events. The best part is, I get to relive my discipleship journey, except this time I am the one leading and walking with younger men, eager to know and learn about the Lord.