I have been a big fan and supporter of BioLogos, the pro-faith-and-science foundation established by noted geneticist Francis Collins, for years, so it is with great excitement that I share the news that the organization has published an essay I wrote on its website. Although many of its authors offer great insights into history, science and biblical scholarship, the foundation is also known for its desire to share personal stories of people’s reconciliation with faith and the theory of evolution.
My story is a little bit different, in that I discuss my coming to faith in Christ and highlight just how little a role the modern-day evangelical controversy over evolution played in my conversion. I include the first few paragraphs below. You’ll have to click over to the main site to read the rest. Hope you like it!
I became a Christian when I was 18, a freshman at the University of Maine. For me, my story of coming to faith was less a case of being walked through the steps of the sinner’s prayer, and more a case of being dragged through it kicking and screaming.
I was perfectly content with my life the way it was (or at least, as content as I thought a person could expect to be). I didn’t have much of an answer for the question of God, but then, it wasn’t very often in my life that I had need of such an answer.
Nevertheless, I had a couple Christian friends from high school who stubbornly evangelized me, and though I resented what I perceived to be their presumptive intrusion into what was not really any of their business (my life, namely), I was just slightly too nice to tell them to bug off.
But then, one weekend, I had what the folks at Alcoholics Anonymous refer to proverbially as “the wake-up call.” Fortunately for me, it was not as dramatic as what many AA members have experienced, but it was about as close to rock-bottom as I ever wanted to get.
Frankly, it scared me. So I did some thinking, and it wasn’t long before I recalled my two friends and their alluring talk of “the better life” God supposedly had for me. It seemed so easy. A simple prayer one night, and wake up a different man.
So I “prayed the prayer.” And absolutely nothing happened.