My name is Matthew, and I’ve been a follower of Jesus for over sixty years. I’ve served in churches as a worship leader, youth worker, elder, and more. That might sound like I always had things figured out. I didn’t.

The truth is, much of my early faith was stitched together from fragments—sermons, slogans, traditions, and good intentions. But it lacked something essential: depth. Understanding. Conviction rooted in reality.

Then one night, I reached the end of that surface-level faith and cried out,