For all the hype and pomp and glamour of the musical Hamilton - arguably one of the more influential and important works of art in in our culture over the last decade - those four words: “Forgiveness. Can you imagine?” somehow resonate as some of the loudest.

I have always fought change. Growing up in a family that moved to a new city every few years not only forced me to adapt to change, but it also became one of the few constants in my life.

Of all the people whose lives have had a strong influence on me, one person in particular that I am especially grateful for is my younger brother Scott, for his pursuit of Jesus and living out the Gospel message.

That first Sunday that I went to church with Taylor I gave my life to Christ. In short, it was a miracle, and it all started with a simple invitation to join a stranger in going to church.

It was my first time I had ever been to Denver and the only thing I knew about it was that my “crazy” Christian uncle lived there. Within 48 hours of me getting placed in juvenile detention he was right there to visit me.

Would you believe me if I told you that I found Christ because of an auto-belay?

I remember clearly when I first met Ashley; she just appeared at my freshman dorm room one night while I was writing a paper. I didn’t know that God would use that chance encounter and the friendship that followed to drastically change my life.