It was nice.

Some people can point to a time in their life when everything started to make sense. 
Life started to come together and things got easier. The bad became good. 

Some people call this a "revelation" or a "come to Jesus moment." Or maybe it was the day that he or she was saved and invited Jesus into his or her life. 

I'm a little different. I've always had "faith." I was baptized when I was six days old. I didn't have this crazy moment of realizing that I needed to be saved by God.

Jesus was always kind of "there" in my life. I grew up in the church. My family moved around a lot so we went to a few different churches over the years. I got to experience Catholics, Presbyterians, Lutherans, and Baptists. 

It was nice. 

But it didn't really do anything for me. Church was just something we did on Sunday morning. There was no thought, no further discussion. I don't blame this on my parents - they would have answered if I asked questions, but I was, frankly, uninterested. 

I got the gist of it: 

Jesus was God and man. He died to forgive our sins. He rose on the third day.

Cool. 

But this "simple truth" didn't affect my life in any dramatic way. I didn't think about it every day, all day long. 

Spoiler alert: some things have changed.