domo-kun's 2006 Subaru STI

Like many, I was not raised in a church. In fact, topics like religion, God, and afterlife never really came up in my household as I was growing up. It wasn't until I was teenager in highschool did God begin to tug at me. Romans 1:18 - 20 states that "The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of men who suppress the truth by their wickedness, since what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. For since the creation of the world God?s invisible qualities?his eternal power and divine nature?have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse." And so it was with me. At that time God began to confront me about His existence, to where I could not ignore the questions burning in my heart. Is there more to this life? What happens after you die? Is there really a God? If there is a God, which god is the one true God? And thus I began an intellectual journey of discovery and a search for God. My questions led me all over the place. I studied history with a voracity I didn't know I possesed. I look into the origins of many different religions and philosophies that exist in the world. Yet throughout my search and my discoveries I found that I was constantly dispointed. Let down by the fallacies and tainted origins of the many religions of the world. That is until I began to look at Christ and the faith surrounding Him. Doing the same thing as always, I researched and researched and researched. I was impressed with what I learned about the history that surrounds Christianity, but intellectual study and curiousity only got me so far. I still did not have the core of the belief. Even though I knew much about history and archeology, I had no context and no meaning. I wasn't until some of my friends, who are also believers, sat me down one day and explained the Gospel to me. They explained who Jesus was and is. They explained about how I fall short as all men do. They explained how it was impossible for me to live in heaven on my own efforts and I despaired. But then they explained to me Christ's sacrifice and gift to us. They explained Christ's victory over death. And they explained how I could enter into His kingdom by just asking. So with much to think about I went home. Finally, one cold November night, alone in my room, I kneeled to pray. I confessed my sins, I confessed how I fell short, I confessed that I needed Christ to come into my heart to reveal Himself to me. And I believed.