I sat there facing my bed, my two lists staring me in the face: “Jesus is God” at the top of one, and “Jesus is not God” on the other. The list for “Jesus is not God” had been getting smaller every day for weeks, as the other list grew page after page. The hundreds of ways Jesus fulfilled prophesy, the probability of any one person on the face of the earth fulfilling even a handful of those prophesies, how Jesus lived, what he taught, the martyrs, his massive effect on human history, the way my Christian friends lived, the experience I had walking into a Catholic Church for the first time. With page after page of evidence, I couldn’t deny it any more. The evidence was stacked up against my atheism. And so I chose the only rational path – to believe in Jesus.