If a time-traveler had visited me in 1980 and told me how I'd be spending this day, I would have laughed until milk (or possibly something more intoxicating) came out my nose.
Twenty-nine years ago today, I put my faith in Christ.
Today, I'm doing two things I couldn't have predicted prior to that day: in the morning, I'll be at the pro-life organization where I volunteer; in the afternoon, I'll be helping serve an appreciation lunch to the staff of my church and their spouses.
I didn't plan to spend my "faith anniversary" this way — it just happened.
But I can't think of a better way to celebrate.