I accepted Christ in 1993, back in Cambridge when I was into my 2nd year as an engineering student. When a college friend asked me to attend his bible studies on a cold winter evening, I said OK. There was really nothing better to do in the long nights of winter, and the lack of warm company, sheer boredom and curiosity on what this business of Christianity was all about drove me to say yes. I was well warned by well-meaning friends to stay away from false religions, but well, I thought i was sufficiently well grounded in my religion and would not be easily swayed away.
I couldnt be more wrong wrong. A message of the Gospel would never leave anyone anything less but transformed. Ever since that first night, I came back again and again, driven by a hunger to know this Jesus who delivered God to me in the currency I could understand and appreciate: Humanity. The Christian God seemed more approachable and emphatic to my plight as a human being, not remote and indifferent as the God I thought I knew.
Wasn't it a scary thought that the God of the universe would love you so much that He was willing to come down to earth to die in your place? That was the message of the Gospel that confronted me and it was amazing. How could anyone receive such a message and remain indifferent?
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