In my last post, Vain Repetitions, I made the point that God is a person. It brought back memories that led to that personal discovery.

I had enrolled in a local Christian college located in an office building. It was unaccredited, but I didn’t care about that (a few months later, it went out of business). At that point, I needed to know more about God, having almost converted a couple of weeks earlier. The school turned out preachers. I figured a good way to learn about God was to go where preachers went to learn about God.

Knowing that I was unclean, I also hoped that the goodness of good people would rub off on me. This school seemed to offer that to me as well.

Close to about a month of taking classes, I found out that I had to preach or teach about what I had learned. That was a frightening shock. You see, I had let all in the school think I was a Christian. I could’ve continued to fool them, but I knew that I wouldn’t be fooling God. Plus, standing in the school chapel’s pulpit disturbed me. I thought it to be sacred ground.

As if that wasn’t enough, I felt overwhelmed about having to talk about God. I didn’t know God. To me, God was simply this amorphous, everywhere-force that stood for good. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the vagueness of the concept. And that weighed heavily on me. It prevented me from wanting to attempt to speak about even the little that I knew. That led to my deciding to quit the school.

These things were on my mind one night, having just finished a class. In a moment, just before I started my car, the proverbial light bulb above the head went off, and I said out loud, “Oh!…GOD IS A PERSON.” Just like that: “Oh!…GOD IS A PERSON.”

I was so happy. The relief exceeded the weight that had depressed me. I could mentally grasp God now. I could see Him and take ahold of His infinity. It had finally sank in and become real to me. Jesus is GOD.

Later that week on Thanksgiving Day, I met and embraced Jesus. We’ve been together ever since.

The next week I stood in the pulpit, not as an imposter, but as one of them—a Christian. It was easy to talk about my Friend.