I took my first leap of faith at an early enough age that it did frighten me nearly as much as those around me. It was the last year of HS and I knew where I was going for college though everyone else was not as sure.
My test scores were ok. I scored something like 760 on the math portion of the SAT, though my english scores were much less impressive; but I wasn't worried. So I only applied to tech, no where else.
Now tech is a pretty small school. They don't let in a lot of people like MIT or Stanford. A typical entering class is around 190. Needless to say, my parents felt I needed a backup.
But it turns out I didn't.
God got me in, and just to demonstraight the he had done it, he spelled it out for me. See, the admissions office actually makes up two lists: the ones they want for sure, and the a backup list of alternates to draw on if they get an above average number of rejections (yes some fools choose to somewere else, how crazy is that). But the year I was admitted, somebody pressed the wrong button, and sent acceptance letters to everybody on the backup list right away. Made a bit of a mess too, as our class size was 236.
Andy Stanley hopes everyone has at least one leap of faith in their life. Since I've already had one, perhaps that means I get two. Oh, lucky me.
