As a teenager, I did not believe the gospel, the good news that Jesus Christ died for my sins and rose again to save me from death to eternal life. Why? Because the gospel could not be proved. I put my faith in science, in the things that were, in my mind, backed by ironclad logic. Placing my trust only in the provable led me to ridicule Christianity for its lack of proof. My faith in science was shaken during my first “real” job after college. It was not that I doubted that the science was correct, but I began wondering “So what?”. Science could not cure the growing emptiness I felt with things I once held so dear – success most of all, but also fun, and friends. It was during this deepening misery that God showed me great mercy. He providentially brought a pastor into my life who met my logic-driven questioning of Christianity with gentle and patient answers. Ultimately, answering the logic did not matter since I realized my biggest problem – my emptiness – could not be addressed through logic, nor through any worldly means that I could think of. I cried out to a God whom I yet knew with a growing recognition He was the only possible way. I then gave my life to Jesus Christ and recognize ever more clearly that Jesus is my Lord and Savior. Becoming a follower of Jesus did not rid me of all problems. On the contrary, there have been, and continue to be, extremely tough times. I continue to lean on God, and He has proven faithful time and again. How? I do have a deep sense that had I not trusted my life to Christ, my marriage would have ended by now, because the man I was, enslaved to sin, would have either grown unbearable to my wife Lisa, or she would have become unbearable to that man who saw life through sinfully perverted eyes rather than through a Spirit-filled heart. I also would not care for people who did not look or act like me, and I certainly would not seek to share the gospel with them. If you have come to “meet the prof”, you might also be a scholarly individual waiting for an incontrovertible proof of God that is as bulletproof as a mathematics theorem. If so, please consider a different approach. Rather than seeking ironclad proof that God exists, ask yourself whether you can establish ironclad proof that God does not exist. My friend pursed this latter approach with utmost intellectual integrity. Indeed, he tried to convince several people who were testifying about the gospel to him. He “failed” in his original quest. After seeing all his prospective points of proof disappear one by one, by his own growing knowledge of the Bible, my friend felt he had no reason not to believe the gospel. So he believed, and God turned him into a man who loved God and others more than himself. As a professor, I feel strange rooting for anyone to fail, but if you pursue a line of inquiry like my friend, I hope that you too “fail” and place your trust in Jesus, our only hope for salvation (John 14:6). Thank you for reading.