Crash. Impact. Body Count

In the pages that follow, I share what happened in my private world through what Christians politely call conversion. This word— conversion— is simply too tame and too refined to capture the train wreck that I experienced in coming face-to-face with the Living God. I know of only one word to describe this time-released encounter: impact. Impact is, I believe, the space between the multiple car crash and the body count. I try, in the pages that follow, to relive the impact of God on my life. -Rosaria Butterfield, The Secret Thoughts of An Unlikely Convert

Who has experienced this?

I am in awe of Rosaria Butterfield’s testimony. If you’ve never heard of her, she was a professor at Syracuse University who was converted to Christianity out of homosexuality. The latter is not what I am most interested in, but in how she describes her conversion in her book, The Secret Thoughts of an Unlikely Covert. Impact. The space between the crash and body count. This is what happened in my conversion and I have longed ever since to hear of it happening this way for someone else.

I read every word of her conversion story in a dream-like state with chills because, though I am not homosexual, I know exactly what she was feeling when she said to the friend who shared the gospel with her, “Ken, my whole world is turning upside down. What should I do?”

The gospel of Christ had hit, made it’s devastating impact on her sin, and she was dead. What was she supposed to do?

But then, out of the ashes, came gospel-driven life.

It’s the same that happened to Paul in Acts 9. Struck. Dead. Changed. Life finally began.

Who has experienced this?

Who has God stopped in their tracks, ransacked your life, and gave a brand new one?

I want to hear your story. Please share.

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