I met Jesus on my first mission trip.

It was the summer right before my senior year, and I thought I had my life figured out. I knew God existed, knew I needed to be a good person, but was hesitant about this whole Christianity thing. I knew plenty of Christians – and didn’t like most of them. But as I crossed the Ohio River in a church van, I had no idea that the course of my life was going to be drastically changed.