Why I Believe

While watching an Easter play on TV with my mom shortly after I turned 4, I asked, “Why are they doing that to Jesus?” “What is it for?” As my mom explained why Jesus died on the cross- to take away my sins so I could live with him forever- I asked simply, “Can I have that?”

In that moment, God chose to reveal Himself to me, and I became His child.

That is my testimony, but for a long time, I’ve struggled with the feeling that it wasn’t really a testimony. I mean, I got saved at age 4. I don’t have a huge before and after story. All I can remember is Jesus.

Upon you I have leaned from before my birth; you are he who took me from my mother’s womb. My praise is continually of you. Psalm 71:6

However, more than 20 years after accepting Christ as my savior, the Lord connected the point of my salvation to my passion and gifts: the arts. While you’ve seen me express the art of writing on the blog, I spent nearly two decades involved in fine arts with dance and teaching dance.The arts are what led me to the Lord, the arts have taught me about the Lord, and the arts are how I’ve reached numerous audiences for the Lord. Simply put, fine arts that are centered around Christ are life-changing. They changed my life.

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Through performing dances that declared God’s goodness and love, God’s holiness and majesty and God’s power, I have to come to know those attributes in a more real way. God encourages me through songs, especially the ones I’ve danced to in the past. Through dance, I have learned a myriad of lessons about worship. I have learned to battle against spiritual strongholds through dance and learned to rely on Him for the smallest details.

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Through ordinary church crowds and massive conference crowds, I have felt the presence of God as my fellow dancers and I proclaimed truths about him, about His relationship to us. And for me, that relationship began with a tug at my young heart while watching an Easter play.


Two decades (and some change) down the road, God continues to grow me through a different medium: the written word. And I am continuing to learn how to glorify his name through the same way.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God. John 1:1

The Word.

Of all the ways John could have started his gospel, this is one of the more unique ways. He passes over the typical genealogical or cultural stage-setting and reaches back to the beginning, the Very Beginning, invoking a Genesis-type intro to the last of the Gospels.

The Word. The Word.

In the beginning was the Word.

What does that mean and why did John choose those words to open his beautiful and unique Gospel?

In the HCSB version of John 1:1, the footnote says “The Word (In the Greek: Logos) is a title for Jesus as the communication and the revealer of God the Father.”

Communication and revealer. I love that.

Jesus communicated and revealed to us who God is through His time here on earth, as the written word (The Bible) continues to do so across the centuries.

I don’t remember a time where I wasn’t surrounded by words. My parents and grandparents read to me constantly as a kid and I was reading on my own by the end of kindergarten. I have always had tons of books and my eyes hungrily search for words as I eat or do other activities. I like word-decorated items, word games, play on words and word humor.

You may be thinking, there are so many books, blogs and magazines out there already. How are more words going to even matter?

Look back at John 1:1. Words matter. Words have power. Jesus himself is the Word. As a Christian, God has called me to use words (His words) to communicate and reveal who Jesus is.  As Christ followers, we all have this responsibility to be his witnesses, but for me, this specifically applies to writing. It doesn’t matter (really) what direction my writing takes, what does matter is that I walk in obedience to the calling He has placed in my life.


I don’t what your story is, or what questions are stirring in your heart. I don’t know what personally moves you, or tugs at your soul. However, I would encourage you to not ignore the tugs and not to push away the questions.

After all, asking one question many years ago changed my life for the better, forever.

Because of my relationship with Jesus, when I swing my legs to the floor in the morning, I carry with me peace that can’t be stolen, and purpose that can’t be hijacked. (John 16:33, Jeremiah 29:11)

If for whatever reason I don’t make it to the end of the day, I know what awaits me, beyond a shadow of a doubt. (John 14:2-3)

I don’t see my life as hodgepodge of random events, tragedies, and triumphs, but of a planned, purposeful masterpiece that puts Christ, not me, at the center. (Psalm 139:16)

I owed big time for my sin, but that debt has been paid. I deserved death, but through Christ’s sacrifice, I received life. (Romans 5:8)

That’s my testimony…what will yours be?