Edmundo Reyes
I was born and raised Catholic in Mexico City. At the time, most people would have identified themselves as Catholic, and I was blessed to attend a strong Catholic school. But for much of my life, my faith was cultural at best. Religion was something to study—like math or Spanish or natural sciences. And since I was good at school, I learned the content of the faith without yet knowing the Person behind it.
Everything changed when I was seventeen and a freshman in college. I was invited to a retreat, and for the first time in my life I asked myself a simple but life-altering question: What if all of this is real? What if there truly is a God who created the universe, who created me, who died for me, who loves me, and who has a plan for my life? That moment changed everything. Because if it’s real, then nothing is more important—and everything must change.
Shortly after, I changed direction completely. I went from wanting to pursue politics to wanting to give my life to sharing God’s love with others. This was the late 1990s, when the internet and email were just emerging. Back then, it felt revolutionary. For the first time, you didn’t need to own a media company to reach people. And we, as Christians, have the most beautiful message in the world—one that truly changes everything.
That was my beginning. But the Christian life is not a single conversion moment. It is a lifelong journey of ongoing conversion.
This past year became a season of deeper transformation. I experienced real pain, including the pain of rejection, and I found myself having to re-learn who I was—not in what I do, not in how others see me, but in my first and deepest identity: a beloved son of God. It was a humbling and healing process, one that invited me to trust God again: His mercy for my past and His Providence for my future.
One of the greatest gifts during that time was not walking alone. I was surrounded by friends, family, and a community who walked beside me patiently and faithfully as I rebuilt. Through them, God reminded me that love is concrete, steady, and real. Looking back, I can say with confidence that God was always with me. He always provided. Sin and suffering never have the final word.
Today, my work flows from that renewed foundation. Through storytelling and beauty, I seek to help others encounter Jesus, the source of all beauty and the deepest longing of the human heart. Because in the end, our faith is about trusting someone—and about saying “yes” again and again to the God who calls us beloved.
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