Your number represents the age at which you accepted Jesus Christ.
Everyone’s number is different.
Everyone’s journey to Christ is different.
My Number Is 36. I didn’t grow up in the church, but I was always aware of God. My decision to accept Christ as my Savior wasn’t emotional—it was rational.
Living the Dream… But Questioning the Why
At the time, I was blessed with a beautiful family. I had a great job, and we were in the process of purchasing our first home. From the outside looking in, I was living the American dream.
But something didn’t sit right.
As I looked around at everything I had, I couldn’t ignore the question: Why am I this blessed? There had to be a reason—something greater than chance.
One day, I watched a car drive down the street. I started thinking about all the moving parts—the precision, the design, the complexity of the engineering. And it hit me:
If man could create something this intricate, then someone greater must have created man.
There had to be a God.
Believing Without Seeing
Growing up, I knew that cars were made in Detroit. I had never been there, never seen it with my own eyes—but I believed it existed. Why? Because I saw the evidence every day on the road.
So I asked myself:
If I can believe in a place I’ve never seen because of the evidence…
Why couldn’t I believe in heaven the same way?
The Decision
That day, I made a decision.
I wasn’t going to go another Sunday without making it official—I joined the church and accepted Christ into my life.
To this day, it remains the best decision I’ve ever made.
And what I didn’t realize then…
was that my son would one day follow me.
Ain’t God good.
WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER?
-Nathaniel Harris