Every Sunday, Marsha and I would go to church together, and then enjoy coffee and conversation afterwards, where I would argue all of the pastor's points and explain why they were wrong. In one of our conversations, I told her "You're just going to have to accept that I'm never going to be a Christian." Marsha, steadfastly countered, "And you'll have to accept that I'll never stop praying for you to become a Christian." Weeks later, in the midst of our typical Sunday plans, God knocked me out of my socks. I guess you could call it a kind of "change of perspective." When our daughter, Alyssa, was born, my perspective radically shifted as I saw the world from the perspective of a parent – and that's the only thing I can use to describe what happened to me on Sunday, July 30th, 2000. God grabbed a hold of me, moved me, and changed the place I was looking at the world from. It was incredible and disturbing – I really didn't know how to feel about it – but I began seeing the world through new eyes. Pretty soon, I was eating up every theological book I could afford, and came to appreciate not only that God exists, but He loves us and is passionate about having a relationship with us. That's what the story of Jesus is all about!