This past week I marked a quiet anniversary. Twenty years ago, in the library of my high school, praying with someone I hardly knew, I chose to become a Christian. Perhaps some of you had a similar youthful experience. And when the blazing clarity of your experience faded, maybe you slipped back into the crowd, smiling to yourself about your “idealism” and “passion” and getting on with your life without faith. Though the way has been incredibly difficult, I’m still on the same journey I began twenty years ago. Some comedy, some tragedy, some loyalty, some betrayal, some light, some darkness. Some success. And many many failures. I’m still a Christian. Not necessarily a more “virtuous” person than I was then, but I hope in some ways a humbler, wiser, and more loving one.