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C.S. Lewis has a brief but intriguing summary of his conversion in his autobiography, Surprised by Joy.

You must picture me alone in that room in Magdalen, night after night, feeling, whenever my mind lifted even for a second from my work, the steady, unrelenting approach of Him whom I so earnestly desired not to meet. That which I greatly feared had at last come upon me. In the Trinity Term of 1929 I gave in, and admitted that God was God, and knelt and prayed: perhaps, that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England.  I did not then see what is now the most shining and obvious thing; the Divine humility which will accept a convert even on such terms.  The Prodigal Son at least walked home on his own feet.  But who can duly adore that Love which will open the high gates to a prodigal who is brought kicking, struggling, resentful, and darting his eyes in every direction for a chance of escape? …The hardness of God is softer than the softness of men, and his compulsion is our liberation.

I pray that you, along with Lewis and millions of others, know what it’s like to pursued and conquered by the relentless love of Christ.

(Interesting.  I composed this post early this morning, but just noticed that Dane Ortlund wrote about Lewis’ conversion this afternoon.  You can read his thoughts here.  CORRECTION:  Dane’s post is about a dramatic post-conversion experience of Lewis’s.)