I will never forget the day as long as I live. It was Memorial Day weekend of 2000 and I, along with 40,000 others, had dedicated myself to a weekend of worship, prayer, fasting and learning at Shelby Farms in Memphis, Tennessee. The event was called OneDay and it was easily the spiritual highlight of my young life.
Vivid images flood my mind as I look back upon those three days. At one point, feeling so convicted over my own heart condition, I found myself face down in the soggy ground confessing my sins before an almighty God. Other instances found me dancing with hands raised in exultant praise to a glorious King. It was an emotionally exhausting weekend that centered on the theme of committing myself wholeheartedly to my maker.