In fact, this is what I FIRST believed in the fall of 1974. I sat in a lecture at Clarion State College. I was listening to Josh McDowell, traveling apologist for Cru.* (A much older Josh is pictured to the right.)
I was a skeptic. Not a hostile skeptic, but a jaded one. It is a little funny that at age 18, with almost no life experience, virtually no bad experiences, and having all the benefits of growing up white, middle class, and suburban, that I was jaded. But I was, and so were many of us.
I went to scoff and appear bored as I sat there with my friends. But the magnificent, holy, sovereign, life-altering God had other plans. I was his plan that evening. And as I would discover, so were another 5o or so listeners that evening.
For over an hour, Josh spoke in ways that were exciting, passionate, clever, humorous, thoughtful, historical, philosophical, and always back to the Bible.**
By the end of his presentation I was pretty sure that Jesus was God, that Jesus had died, and that Jesus rose from the dead.
Christ crucified for sins.
Christ dying, suffering, struggling, agonizing.