I was raised in a religious home, which was both a blessing and an obstacle. It was a blessing because it gave me a head start in the search for truth. It was an obstacle because I was never really encouraged to examine critically what my family and I believed. For much of my early life, I focused on religious practices—trying to live morally and avoid obvious wrongdoing. Yet all along I was missing the One for whom I was created. Near the end of law school, I was introduced to the Bible—which, ironically, I had never actually read. For the first time, I encountered it not merely as a collection of stories about floods, giants, and miracles, but as God’s self-revelation to humanity: a revelation of who He is, who I am, and His plan to redeem a people and establish an eternal kingdom under King Jesus. Because Christianity makes historical claims—that Jesus truly lived, died, and rose from the dead—I came to see that it could not simply be a matter of personal preference. It is either true for everyone or false for everyone. What it cannot be is merely true for some and not for others. As I became convinced that Christianity is true, I committed my life to knowing Jesus and helping others know Him as well. Over time I came to see that while there is substantial evidence supporting Christianity, Christianity is ultimately not merely a body of beliefs to affirm but a relationship with a living person. Jesus lived the life of obedience to God that I should have lived. He died the death I deserved for my sin. He conquered the grave I could never conquer. Because of Him, I am fully accepted by God—as His son and friend—without condemnation. That reality has brought a freedom and joy unlike anything else I have known.