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Atheist Student Comes to Christ

Born in China and raised in South Africa, ‘John’ came to the University of Iowa in January 2007 to finish his undergraduate studies. A friend of his mother’s in Taiwan told him about Geneva Campus Ministry, because she was a part of it when she was at UI many years ago.

“I welcomed him the first week he arrived on campus, and he said: ‘I’m like my Dad; we’re mathematicians, and we need evidence to believe. I’m an atheist.’ I told him that was OK, and that he was very welcome to come to the Bible study that meets at our home. John later wrote:

‘I attended one of their Friday night gatherings. Something struck me: I saw ordinary people who have troubles but when they gathered in the name of Christ they had a glow of happiness and they even gave thanks for trials in their lives. My first reaction was these people are delusional! But it turns out they were an attractive bunch of delusional people. Plus, they offered free food.’

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A Life Transformed

“I KNOW THAT GOD’S TRANSFORMATION IN MY LIFE HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN . . .”

“I have always called myself a Christian, I grew up in a Christian family, and went to a Christian school. But through high school, as I grew older and less sure in my faith, I shifted my faith in God to faith in myself.

“Throughout this shift, I never doubted God’s presence, but I also never really cared that He was there either. I fully embraced a life of living for myself, not caring for others, but caring about what others thought of me above all. I found myself on the ski hill or in the bar more often than I was in class during my first year of University, and I failed miserably. For the next number of years my faith went through many ups and downs. I would feel God’s pull in my life in one way or another, but I was always too proud to give up my self-centered life style.

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Victor's Story

God's Faithfulness in Kansas City

“Victor said that the fruits that he has seen in us are that we love our neighbors, that we love our community, that we’ve invited him in, prayed for him, shared God’s word with him and helped him with his alcoholism.”

“We first met our neighbor, Victor, at another neighbor’s birthday party about a month after we moved into Argentine. Over the sound of the ranchero music, one couldn’t help but hear Victor’s wife screaming at him next door. My new friends at the table raised their eyebrows, futilely trying to hide their diluted smiles with a grimace. A little while later, Victor joined us at the table, eyes already bloodshot as he cracked open yet another beer.

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