February 29, 2008
Campus Life Ignite Your Faith
How could God love a messed-up guy like me?
by Josh Phillips as told to Ann Swindell
If Anybody Knew the Real Me (Excerpt)
Feeling groggy from a late night date, I shifted uncomfortably in my chair and then glanced over at the girl next to me. She was the reason I was here in a church service; she and a couple of other girls had invited me. I said yes—even though I knew I’d be out all night with another girl—because I figured I’d eventually end up making out with at least one of the three.
After all, that was one of my three main life priorities: 1) talking girls into bed, 2) working out until my muscles ripped; 3) winning State in wrestling during my senior year.
Although I had no interest in God, sitting through the service would be worth it if it meant picking up a girl or two. But I quickly realized these girls weren’t interested in going out with me. Still, something about church kept bringing me back. It wasn’t the stiff chairs or the sermons—what the pastor said didn’t make much sense. But everybody was friendly and different from my other friends. As much as I enjoyed being a cool and popular jock, it felt good to get away from that on Sunday mornings. I just didn’t feel like I had to put on a show . . .
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