Growing up in a Christian household and hearing a gospel presentation, my understanding at that time consisted of knowing that I was a sinner destined for hell and needed to ask Jesus for salvation. With childlike faith, I did so. Yet, it wasn’t until my teenage years, when I began to sense the weight of sin in my own life, that I realized there hadn’t been much visible change in me since my salvation (or so it seemed). Because I was being taught morals, I knew that I was still a sinner and felt secretly horrible about that. There had to be something more to Christianity than a ticket to…