I joined the Christian Legal Society in law school, mostly because I felt sorry for them. Religious people are outcasts in liberal academic environments. Hardly anyone would come to their meetings. They gave me their "outline bank." It was a CD of notes for all the classes, taken from previous students. Professors teach the same class over and over, so it was like having a script for each class, making it a tremendous resource. I think I must have been the first person in the history of the club to reason that if Jesus commanded us to do unto others as we would have them do unto us, and I had notes that everyone else would want...which I got from Club Jesus...then I should share them with everyone else.
So that's what I did. I burned 120 or so CDs, and over the next couple of months handed them out to all of my classmates. And it's important to note, the law school grading environment is based on competition. Your class rank is your grade. Everyone can't get a good grade. Professors are forced to place a bell curve distribution on the school's mandated median gpa, which in my school's case was a 2.6 - most students got a C. The only way to get a good grade was to do better than everyone else, so it is fiercely competitive. No one helps anyone else. How stupid of me, right? What a moron.
The funniest thing happened, though, because after that it was like I walked on water
Law school classes are based around everyone doing hours of homework for fear of the professor randomly picking them to humiliate that day. I would walk up to the hallway outside class and see the one kid desperately flipping through the reading and obviously sweating because he didn't do his his homework. Then I'd point at whoever was standing next to him, white magic power of Jesus lightning bolts would fly from my finger tips, and I'd command him, "You! Give your homework to him. He needs it." And of course he would, because he owed me a favor. Other students would come up to me and ask in amazement, "How are you so well-connected?"
For last two years of the 3-year law school experience, I hardly did homework at all. When the professor called on me, everyone else would whisper me the answers. I remember one prof grilling me for 45 minutes about cases I hadn't read. He knew what was going on, but he thought that if he just kept firing off more difficult questions, then people would stop helping me, which didn't happen. Sorry, teach, I'm invincible...power of Jesus and stuff.
Is God real? I can't tell you for sure. But I can take the things his son said and use them to jedi mind-fvck the universe into doing my bidding. That is real enough for me.