My dad is a pastor, and I grew up in church. I kind of remember praying to ask Jesus in my heart sometime when I was only 3. I always thought I was saved—I knew the Bible, was active in the youth ministry, always tried do the right things, tithed regularly, and even worked in a church for 7 years. I was always doing stuff, feeling like my constant activity made God happy.

This theme of being a religious person, but not knowing Jesus has been on my mind so strongly the past few days. The crazy thing is when you're in the middle of it — being religious — you aren't even aware of it!