It was without a doubt, the single, most miserable time I've ever experienced in my life as a follower of Jesus Christ. I was a freshman in college. I had a professor of philosophy, who was an atheist (what he was doing teaching at a Baptist college I still haven't figured out). After finding out, the first day of class, he was an atheist, I took it upon myself to be his personal Billy Graham and show him the light and bring him to God.

I walked in, quite frankly, full of pride, thinking that the conversation wouldn't last too long until he would be on his knees, weeping, giving his heart to the Lord. By the time that conversation was over, this seasoned veteran skeptic, had me so confused that when I walked out of his office, I wasn't even sure there was a God. Quite frankly, if I had wa…