Hi my name is Kevin McGillicuddy and I am part of the launch team for Life Church Lancatser. This is my story of how during college God got a hold of my heart and changed me. God gave me life when I had none what so ever. I did not grow up religious or Christian but God met me one rainy Sunday afternoon on my living room floor while I was face down crying my eyes out.
I met Jesus during my freshman year of college, before that I lived by the standard of “I’m a good person and my good will outweigh my bad”. So I went to church every now and then growing up but only to make God happy and ensure my safety from hell. God was just this force I had to appease and try not to draw too much attention my way from Him. After High School I started to wonder if there was more to life. I was ready to go to College get drunk and break commandments when my mind kept wandering back to what is life all about? I quickly ignored and move on. So my very early into my college party career I found myself sitting in a dark basement drinking nasty light beer with blacked out windows hoping the cops didn’t show due to loud music. I sat there and it hit me – is this all there is to life? I thought “am I doomed to commit the same actions as my father and grandfather? Is life just a serious of events that I experience but ultimately never are new or unique?” The ramifications of the classic “there has to be more to life then this” hit me like a ton of bricks.
Those questions really rattled me because at that time, and it made me think about what I would leave behind when I died. I wanted to leave something good and not just fade into history. There had to be more to life than experiences, taxes and death. I left the party and went home to my apartment sad because I could not enjoy my sin. I caved in and said I should go to church since it has been awhile.
Part 2 coming next week
I met Jesus during my freshman year of college, before that I lived by the standard of “I’m a good person and my good will outweigh my bad”. So I went to church every now and then growing up but only to make God happy and ensure my safety from hell. God was just this force I had to appease and try not to draw too much attention my way from Him. After High School I started to wonder if there was more to life. I was ready to go to College get drunk and break commandments when my mind kept wandering back to what is life all about? I quickly ignored and move on. So my very early into my college party career I found myself sitting in a dark basement drinking nasty light beer with blacked out windows hoping the cops didn’t show due to loud music. I sat there and it hit me – is this all there is to life? I thought “am I doomed to commit the same actions as my father and grandfather? Is life just a serious of events that I experience but ultimately never are new or unique?” The ramifications of the classic “there has to be more to life then this” hit me like a ton of bricks.
Those questions really rattled me because at that time, and it made me think about what I would leave behind when I died. I wanted to leave something good and not just fade into history. There had to be more to life than experiences, taxes and death. I left the party and went home to my apartment sad because I could not enjoy my sin. I caved in and said I should go to church since it has been awhile.
Part 2 coming next week
