For so long I as a Christian I thought I had it all figured out. Now I don’t mean that I actually knew it all but I thought I had a grasp on it at least knowing that the knowledge I would seek I could find. I studied and looked deep into who I was and who I wanted to be, I was content. I didn’t really think that there was anything that could change who I was or what I was doing. Then like a right hook from Mike Tyson I got hit by the World Race. Before training camp I already was seeing such insane changes in who I was and who I truly longed to be. I longed to be a Man Of God this whole idea wasn’t really new, but the idea of what it meant was drastically changing. Was this really happening? Was I really already changing just by committing to something? My mind couldn’t really comprehend this idea. Oh well, I knew it was from God so I welcomed it with open arms. Then comes training camp… Nothing in my life could have prepared my heart for what it was about to experience. After so many years of feeling like I knew what being a Christian was about, one thing, one simple thing that when I look back on it shouldn't have shaken me the way it did. All we did was pray, we all as a whole big group just prayed. What was so radically different about this kind of prayer that it would shake me the way it did? It wasn't the normal, guy with a mic prayers for everyone. We all prayed for ourselves all at once… outloud. How could something so small shake everything so easily? This was just something I wasn't used to, it caused me to rethink who God is. It made me look at everything with open eyes rather then looking at God through a paper towel roll.
