Cary // 4th Year // Medicine

Religion had never been at the forefront of my mind. So long as I was a “good” person, it didn’t matter what I believed. Even when I lived with Christians, I told my flatmate to stop telling me about Christianity, because I was adamant I would never believe it. I just didn’t think I needed religion! Comically, a mice infestation in my house meant that I went along to CU events to avoid being home. I was blasé at first but what they spoke about haunted me. If God existed and really had sent his son to save us, the implications were far reaching. I had to know the truth.

At first, I tried to deny it, criticising and seeking flaws that would render their arguments empty. Yet, the evidence presented to me was overwhelming. Over time, I realised I could no longer deny that Jesus really lived, died, and resurrected.

Now I no longer need to seek fulfilment from academia, people, or achievements – God’s grace and unconditional love is satisfying enough. Life is not easier because I am Christian. In fact, it comes with its own challenges. However, when nothing in my life makes sense, I can look to God, know He is in control and will never forsake me. It still boggles my mind that God sent his son to die for us, including me an imperfect, broken human.. but that is the beauty of God’s love: it persists regardless of who we are and what we have done.

Since accepting Jesus into my life, I haven’t looked back; He is my best friend, my hope, and my saviour.