If French atheists rarely become evangelical Christians, how much rarer it is for one to become an evangelical Christian theologian.
So what happened? One might argue that with 66 million French people,
I’m just a fluke, an anomaly. I am inclined to see it as the work of a
God who says, “I will have mercy on whom I have mercy” (Rom. 9:15).
Hearing the facts may help you decide for yourself.
I grew up in a wonderfully loving family in France, near Paris. We were
Catholic, a religious expression that seemed to arise more out of
tradition and perhaps superstition than conviction. As soon as I was old
enough to tell my parents I didn’t believe any of it, I stopped going
to Mass. I pursued my own happiness on all fronts, benefiting from my
parents’ loving dedication. It allowed me to do well at school, learn to
play the piano, and get involved in many sports. I studied math,
physics, and engineering in college, graduated from a respected
engineering school, and landed a job as a computer scientist in finance.
On the sports front, after I grew to be 6 feet 4 inches and discovered I
could jump 3 feet high, I ended up playing volleyball in a national
league, traveling the country every weekend for the games.
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