As I look back on around fifteen years of being a Christian I am overwhelmingly thankful to God for the people, places, books and sermons that have impacted me in ways I will only ever fully understand in eternity.
As a teenager I had no clue about much at all and yet providentially I end up at a faithful Christian summer camp (Crosslinks) understood the gospel for the first time (I think) and became a Christian.
A few years later Peter Bourke tells me to read Knowing God because Clive West told him to read it. It blows my mind.
Being good friends with Robbie Boyd and Scholsey leads me to All Saints when I definately wouldn't have been mature enough to even attempt to choose a good church.
As a result over the next twelve years I'm helped in countless ways through theological study, marriage, employment, short term mission, bla bla bla...
I could go on.
For a very long time.
My point is though, as I look back over these years I can't help but think how easily it could have all been so different.
What if I had done something else that summer? Or I didn't bother reading that book?
Sometimes looking back the 'narrow way' can seem like a knife edge, but that fact only confirms to me even more the reality of Gods sovereignty in salvation.
It is by no means conclusive proof, but it is definitely enough to leave me extremely thankful, and humble.
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