Born and raised into a devoutly Christian family, it’s hard to pinpoint a specific day or time I “came to know Jesus”. When I was younger, I probably felt like I knew about Jesus before I was born. There are video clips of me when I was 3 years old, reciting the Lord’s Prayer in an obnoxiously loud voice. I knew bible stories inside and out, which helped me win multiple bible quizzes in Sunday School. I used to pray before I ate anything, even if it was a piece of candy. Especially with the kind of parents I have, it’s hard not to have thought that I was a Christian since I was born. However, being born into a Christian family doesn’t automatically make you a Christian. Having extremely religious parents doesn’t make you a Christian. You have to realize how sinful you are. You have to realize how insignificant you are. You have to realize that you are a traitor, deserving nothing less of death. And through that realization, you realize how immense God’s love is. To kill his own son for such sinful, insignificant traitors, to kill his own son for the very people who cursed and despised him… Such love is truly unfathomable. Again, I can’t really pinpoint a specific day I came to this realization but I do know that when I did become aware of what God did for me, it changed my entire perspective on life. Realizing that my life was not mine to begin with, that it was supposed to be discarded and burned in hell but was graciously saved, I know I should live for God. I am not convicted of this because my parents told me this. I am convicted of this through my own realization. Specially chosen by God to become one of his own, I will try my best to live for him. And although “my best” is not nearly enough to accomplish anything worthwhile, I trust and pray that God will strengthen me to be able to do so.