October 4th, 2015
Hello everyone, my name is Kevin. I started following Jesus when I was twenty years old, but didn’t truly follow him until I was twenty-one. As a traditional Vietnamese child, I was raised up in the Buddhist temple. I vaguely remember anything that happened there other than eating traditional monk food. I never really learned or followed anything there but considered myself Buddhist.
As I grew older, my family moved from Houston, Texas to Dallas, Texas because of a job. As I grew up in my new household, we stopped going to temple and I became an atheist. My household was rough. My father had a short temper and my mother chimed in whenever he would yell at me. I was not a happy child. My friends would make fun of me because of how strict and ridiculous my parents were.
After high-school, I attended university and started dating a girl named Anna. She resided in Seattle, Washington, so communication was difficult. She was Catholic, so as an atheist, I challenged her on a lot of things in the Bible. She always stated that she didn’t have all the answers and neither did I.
As we continued dating, I stumbled onto a local church here in Northern Texas and started going every week to check it out. The first week, my life changed. The pastor that spoke completely changed the way I saw God and Jesus and I was hungry for more. I gave my life to Jesus after a couple of months in a Freebirds restaurant. I was to get baptized the next week.
When I got home to tell my parents, they were infuriated. My father started spewing hatred into the church and speaking badly about the Bible and Jesus. He said that he was going to turn the church upside down and how his and my mother’s love was more than God’s. With resistance, I fought back and stated that this is the new me wanting to start a newer and better life. They threatened to kick me out of the house and disown me. I fought against that and eventually, we reached the ending. In the end, my father just told me that I can stay at home, but he didn’t want to speak to me anymore. Disheartened, I accepted that for I knew that God was the future I wanted in the end. That next Sunday as I was standing in the water, I thanked Jesus and went under water. I came up and felt rejuvenated. That was when I saw my father standing in the last row at church. I was in tears.
Moving down a couple of years, I became more invested in my relationship with Anna. I would visit her at least once a year and enjoy Seattle. We went to church Sunday, but by then, that was the extent of my relationship with Jesus. I had forgotten how important He was in my life because of how invested I was in Anna.
However, in November 16, 2013, five days before my birthday, my life changed again. This time for the worst. Anna broke up with me because she felt stressed and accused me of being emotionally abusive to her. She changed her number and blocked me on every social media site we were friends on. I was devastated. I thought things were going really well. She showed no sign of having the intention of breaking up with me.
I would dwell on this depression for the next month. I started drinking and my grades tanked in class. My boss would send me home because I wasn’t “emotionally there.” My coworkers and regular customers would try to comfort me, but nothing helped. My life was turned upside down. I lost the thing I truly loved. I started going to therapy, but that didn’t help. I blamed Anna and I blamed myself for being so stupid. My depression really got to me in December.
I was coming home from a friend’s house one night in December. She was always attempting to comfort me, bless her heart. This night, I was driving home, there was previously a severe ice storm in North Texas. Everything was covered in black ice. Businesses were closed, accidents were everywhere, and only a few brave souls were driving at a time.
Halfway home, I pulled into a parking lot near a ditch and was in tears. I couldn’t handle living with the guilt as well as blaming Anna for our separation. I denied God that night. I told Him that I prayed and prayed for a better outcome than this and He didn’t answer any of my prayers. I challenged him and finally concluded that He was never real. This whole time, I was beating my steering wheel, stomping my feet, and yelling curses at God and in general.
Suicide popped in my head. I thought that if I didn’t exist, nobody would care. I thought that since God didn’t exist, I didn’t have a reason to live anymore. Nothing was going to help me. I was going to drive into that ditch and either the impact was going to kill me, or I was going to freeze to death.
I started my car and was a couple of milliseconds from planting my foot deep on that pedal when I was stopped. There was a faint glow to my right and I suddenly stopped feeling depressed. I look to my right and there was Jesus sitting in my passenger seat. I could not believe my eyes. He looked at me and said,
“Son, don’t do this. I have a lot more in life for you with big things to come.”
I just stared at Him and barely muttered an “Okay.” He continued, “I want you to be more generous, for the gift of giving is one of the greatest gifts I can give you.” After saying that, He disappeared. The swell of emotions that came afterwards was so impacting, I just broke down and sobbed for quite awhile. Jesus came for me. ME. A nobody in this world. A person who denied Him and cursed at Him. Somebody who didn’t truly follow Him this whole time. He came for ME. My life changed that night.
I called up all my friends, ones I haven’t seen or talked to in a very long time. I told them that I was going to get them a Christmas gift and that they weren’t allowed to buy me one back. I started paying for my friends when we went out and gave rides to people without a reward. I gave to the homeless and even more for the church. I felt like I was a new person.
Eventually, I was invited onto the worship team and played guitar on stage for about seven months. I met a wonderful woman named Leilani, and I am glad to say that I am happily engaged to this woman. I never noticed that I had this base of people who loved me for who I am and were there for me. If I had killed myself, I would have disappointed so many people and wouldn’t be where I am today.
We eventually moved churches to Hope Fellowship because God told me that He wants me to listen instead of perform. We are participating in a homeless children’s event sponsored by Hope called Royal Family Kids pretty soon. I couldn’t ask for a better life. I wake up and I think every day. It was God, it is God, and it will always be God. He is good and faithful and will go looking in the most despicable places for lost people.
Recently, God spoke to me through 2 Corinthians 1:3-4,
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.“
and I felt compelled to share my story with anyone who reads this. I urge anyone who is thinking about taking their own life, please reconsider and get some help. Life is so much more than that, and I have one thing to say to you. Jesus LOVES YOU. It is really cliche, but coming from a first hand experience, He does truly love me. Life can get bad sometimes, but in the end, if you have Jesus, you have everything that you will ever need. He is our rock, shield, and sword. He is the anchor for my soul. And He can definitely be all of these things for you as well.
Thank you for reading and God bless you all.
September 27th, 2015
True Testimony of God
I am having problems and I feel that God is pursuing me to fight it and letting me know its my own will to do good. I just feel that His words are so strong in my heart that I am just hoping he ‘d help me out to be strong.
But hey he is a strong God and always seek for Gods strength… People with anything: sickness, depression, needy, mostly sinners. Pray so deep and let him knock on your door so you can open it. Trust me, pray really deep as if you are talking to him face to face because he is with you.
I honestly felt like I am speaking to him face to face. Isn’t it amazing how you can be close to God in Earth? I believe so true! Even as I type, i just feel his presence in me and telling me what I should really say. So straight and long and also very true words. I forget, and get confused… So be still with God therefore he is always with you…
The joy in my heart shall always sing praises to Him therefore he is my King. I just know about his presence is real. The reason why is… Its in the bible, the Holy Spirit which is God is in you as he lifts you up as you pray… No doubts in him amen.
I really believe in the word of God because why would God tell me or show me between the feeling of me and my faith especially the Holy Spirit. I believe the Holy Spirit is in me always.
Note to you:
Always think of God and thank him for all of your troubles and always pray like literally every hour or minutes.. Trust me it helps…… It can shut off Satan. Pinky promise you.
September 26th, 2015
“I waited patiently for the Lord; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.” Psalms 40;1
Tonight I want to talk about how God heals his ppl. How he rescues them. I want to talk about the things I’ve experienced before I was reborn.
“Then did they spit in his face, and buffeted him; and others smote him with the palms of their hands,” ??Matthew 26;57
The most degrading thing anyone can go through, being spat on& mistreated. At the age of 19 I was in an abusive relationship.. I remember one time I had a gun to my head.. I had no self respect for myself , I didn’t love myself or even knew what true love was.i couldn’t go out with my friends. I couldn’t have a Facebook.i would get called names. I didn’t realize how broken , how dead I was. After I got out of that relationship i would wake up & just want to drink, I wanted to numb all the pain. I didn’t want to deal with my emotions. A week later after meeting this guy I moved in with him. I wanted a quick fix. I wanted to forget and avoid my broken soul. And that’s what happens to us sometimes , we want to replace the hurt with people we go from relationship to relationship bringing our baggage or even tryin to fill the void with physical things but those things are only temporary not permenately. God is the only thing that lasts forever for eternal life. He’s the only one that can fill the voids.He’s the only one that heals and restores.
I was 23 living with this man, In a drug house , we both had our issues. I was angry, bitter, I didn’t really like people. I was selfish , I still hadn’t let go of the abuse I had gone through. I had a broken ugly soul. I was depressed, I felt incomplete , I would think what’s the point of this life if we’re all just going to end up dead. How can a broken person love themselves or even love anyone else?
“He hath delivered my soul in peace from the battle that was against me: for there were many with me.” psalms 55;18
2 yrs after I finally returned back home. But I was angry at God, I didn’t understand ” why I could never just be happy” I thought God didn’t love me. I remember feeling numb, lost, didn’t know why I was goin through this..I grew up catholic, I didn’t know much about God but one day I googled positive bible verses.. And I know this was the scripture that changed my life & saved me. At the time I didn’t really understand it but it set a fire within.
“Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and not be afraid: for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song; he also is become my salvation.” Isaiah? 12;2
November 23.2014 was the first day I came to church. I was hung over. I had rashes on my body from all the stress, I remember that day there was a preacher from chile & he did an altar call & I went up , he put his hands over my forehead & he prayed for me. Later that Sunday evening when I got in the shower I noticed all my rashes were gone.
Today I can stand here joyful & happy. I still have things I need to work on but as I continue to grow in my spiritual faith I continue to witness gods glory in my life& see him working in parts of my life little by little. My spirit within has changed, I’m no longer walkin dead but alive. Forever grateful to the lord for saving me. Where would I be? Because there is nothing in this world that can fill me up like worshipping my king. I kneel before his throne because I’m humbled by his mercy and grace. He saw me at my worst, he pulled me out of the broken filthy life I was living, dusted me off & loved me. How can I not worship him?? To worship him I live, My desire is to see people encounter his love the way I have. I hope to one day help young girls in abusive relationships because anything is possible if we surrender ourselves to our lord.
September 18th, 2015
Blessings to you all in the name of Jesus Christ.
I’m asking for those who read this to just keep me in your prayers.
I have a very long long story; but I will keep it short.
I married a man in 2009 and we had a child shortly thereafter. I found out that he had another woman pregnant at the same time as me, left me to go to Boston when my child was 6 months old (only to find out he was in a relationship with someone else), and had women in my apartment and my car. What’s worse, he had no green card, and I was going to help him, but he didn’t help me at all with our daughter, and told the other women that he was married to me for only that reason. My heart was severely damaged, because I did love this man.
4 years later.
I was divorced, with my four year old, alone. But I was extremely happy. I was traveling all over the world, meeting new people and reconnecting with old ones, and I was in graduate school. Of course, I wanted to get married again to that special someone, and I felt ready to do so. However, I made sure I wouldn’t settle for less. I dated here and there, but any red flag I was out the door. I wasn’t necessarily picky, but I knew the man I was looking for.
I met the man of my dreams. He was caring, kind, loved my daughter, took me out, did things for me no man has ever done for me before. Above all, he was like my best friend. I was able to talk to him about anything and everything. He told me right off the bat that he wasn’t looking for a fling, and he was serious. And so was I. We had the same dreams and ambitions. I told him of my past and my fears of being with another man. He shared the same fears being that he was hurt in a long-term relationship as well. He told me he didn’t understand how my ex could treat a good woman like myself so wrongly, and assured me that he was nothing like him. And I believed him. Even my friends and family loved him, and saw a major difference between him and my ex-husband. I knew that this was the one I wanted to settle down with.
6 months into the relationship, I got pregnant. I was very unhappy about this because I thought it was way too soon and I was in school at the time. He was upset that I was upset about it; it seemed as though he was very happy about the pregnancy. I decided to continue with the pregnancy.
Shortly after my second daughter was born, I began to notice that he became very distant. Christmas, thanksgiving, and new years, he wasn’t around (he says he is in the military; so he told me he had a “mission”). Then I began to notice that he became very secretive, and he kept posting pictures of a blue-eyed child that he claimed to be his niece on his facebook. He told me from the beginning that he had no kids, so I assumed our daughter was his first child. However, he never posted any pictures of my daughter, but ALWAYS of this “niece” of his.
So now, recently in July, I discovered that a woman (still unclear as to whether they were together or not at the time) was pregnant for him before we got together. This “niece” is his daughter, and is 10 months older than my child. He recently lied to me and went to St. Lucia to see this woman and the child (I’m sure he’s seen her plenty of times before that), and I discovered the woman’s page and seen numerous pictures of him and her together, kissing and hugging and all that. He even went as far as to post pictures of her; he’s never posted a picture of me, much less his second child.
I’ve been trying to get the truth out of him, and still he won’t give me any answers. I was almost at a point of a mental breakdown, because I feel as though I put myself in this situation all over again. Now I’m alone with two children to raise on my own. I was raised in a single parent home, and I saw the way my mom struggled by herself to take care of the 4 of us with no help. She’s a strong woman and we all turned out pretty good, but I personally didn’t want that life for myself. I wanted my kids to experience what I never had.
Once again, I’ve helped him in so many ways and gave him my all in all, but I realize now that he was just taking advantage of me. I promised myself I would never put myself through this ever again, and here I am today. I have been asking God over and over why me? But I know my relationship with Jesus hasn’t been right for years, and I need to work on that. I just ask that whomever reads this just pray for me and my relationship with GOD.
I know I cannot go back to this man; I may never be with another man after this. But honestly, I don’t want to have a negative outlook on men. I have to look to God and look within myself. I know there are good, decent men out there. But I know that my relationship with God HAS to change in order for me to move on and be TRULY happy. I need all the prayers I can get. Thanks for reading.
September 15th, 2015
Woo, it’s been a journey. I’m going to make this short. I was a strict celibate Christian between ages 17-22. Then all of a sudden I broke my celibacy but that is the least of what I did.
It all started with me doing yoga (not blaming yoga just saying). Then I started studying philosophies such as Daoism. Then I moved on to Wicca (I was secretly fascinated with the occult). I was already into goth style music at this point so Wicca, Witchcraft, Atheism, Satanism didn’t scare me in the slightest.
I studied the occult off and on for years and eventually started doing spells and rituals and learning about all of the various forms of witchcraft. I didn’t notice that my life was falling apart around me but only looked at each experience as something to be learned from.
I was heavily into the tarot and thought I was getting accurate answers. I didn’t start questioning it until I noticed everytime I met a man my cards would say
“he was the one”.
I would get love, marriage (oracle cards have these types of details) even when I had asked “various deities” to stop giving me love readings and allow me to be celibate (the men would turn out to be horrible). My tarot readings used to end in anger seeing that I was angry that I was being lied to about men when I was not trying to focus on a man.
In the meanwhile, I had been introduced to the idea of guardian spirits through a friend 3 years ago who walked me through the process of incorporating guardians and I thought that I even had dragon guardians but I never felt safe in my home. I had one in particular that he sent to me that I was told would help me find stuff. I must say he did not lie. If my so called guardians weren’t good for anything else it was to help me find things and even my friend who lives with me would thank my dragon. I would do rituals of protection very frequently but I never felt safe (that was the first clue). I was so deep into the occult I had studied and even admired Anton Lavey (although I wasn’t attracted to Satanism). I knew all about Mr. Crowley and even were subscribed to a few Satanists on youtube.
One day something told me to look up Great Babylon on youtube and that led me to Pastor Stevenson. I couldn’t believe this man had so much knowledge on bible prophecy. Believe it or not I was trying to hold on to the occult and the bible.
It wasn’t until my misery grew beyond control and I had to deal with the fact that My mom died in 2012 and my husband died in 2013 (we were separated but still friends) and I could not find a man who cared about me that I grew severely depressed and I had a yearning for Jesus. I also had seen a lot of information on the illuminati, sex cult rituals, and satanism and hollywood that it dawned on me how real Satan was. I did not want to be a part of such evil and more importantly I didn’t want to end up taking the mark of the beast blinded in darkness.
I wanted to see a righteous society and I didn’t want to spend my life going from man to man and practicing a bunch of foolishness. This society is growing more and more devilish (which was Satan’s plan from the jump) and I didn’t want to partake in all of this lusts, violence and overrall defiance of Jesus. Jesus is the only one who can teach a society how to live righteous (in my humble opinion). There is too much wickedness here and here I thought I could use wickedness to fight wickedness (yes I did a few black magic spells).
I asked the cards should I get rid of my idols and got a yes card (Jesus answered). Needless to say the cards are a done deal as well. From that moment on I have not had a panic attack, I feel a sense of love surrounding me, and most importantly I feel safe. I don’t want to serve any other God but Jesus. There is no other God nor will there ever be.
September 13th, 2015
For the last 3 years I have wanted a relationship with God but because I followed the Rastafarian belief system for 33 years I found it very difficult to change. 24th February 2015 I was taken ill with internal bleeding and the next day awoke in my Hospital bed to find a consultant who sat down and told me I had cancer.
Firstly I cried then I prayed to the Father in Jesus Name and asked Him to take the cancer from me, if it was His will. I had an operation scheduled for one week later but following further tests I was told three days later that there was no sign of cancer and I am ‘unusual.’
When I left hospital I decided I must be baptized and started to research baptism in the Ethiopian Orthodox Church. Whilst sitting at my computer doing this a voice came to me saying
“But you prayed in Jesus Name”
I phoned a friend who is a Pastor of a small Church and asked him to baptize me in Jesus Name, and he told me it was about time! Immediately following this phone call I picked up my Bible and read Acts 1:11 which showed me Rasta cannot be true.
A month after leaving hospital I returned for further testing to be told even the dead tissue had healed! I was baptized on 19th May 2015 and I am so thankful to my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ who told us that if we ask in His name He will give and He does not tell lies!
September 7th, 2015
My name is Maurice Wisdom Bishop and I am 28 years old currently serving in the U.S. Army. This is my story.
I deployed in Iraq for 13 months. While I was there a soldier in my unit shot himself with an M-16 and the 5.56mm round hit him in the quadrum of his heart and he died. I felt so much guilt because I was one of the soldiers that made fun of him and I blamed myself. I was very affected and hid my emotions inside.
After my 13 month deployment my ex baby mama called me unexpectedly after 6 months of not calling me on Skype nor emailing me and told me my 1year old son died. She never even told me about the funeral. I became angry and my heart grew cold. I had nightmares from my deployment and my dead son and couldn’t sleep so I started smoking a lot, drinking a lot of beer, brown liquor and wine just to go to sleep. That night I became an alcoholic. I was a smoker at age 12. I became reckless and violent.
Emotionally I couldn’t function so the relationships I was in always failed. I was married and ended up in a bad divorce. I didn’t communicate with my family because I felt like they couldn’t help me and I didn’t get along with them. I felt alone and was suicidal many times. I stabbed myself in my leg, tried cutting my chest, and my arm. I even mixed a few percocets in my glassed filled Hennessy. I even became homeless and had to survive in the streets. Because I had a bad reputation of mistreating women, a woman who I use to sleep with sent 3 of her cousins that just came out of jail (attempted murder) to kill me. I was chased and even shot at but I’ve managed to survive.
I’ve moved out of Philly to Lindenwold, New Jersey trying to start my life over but trouble always found me. I remember telling God to change my life and making me the man he wants me to be. Nothing miraculous happened except I kept reading and studying the bible and I was going to church. I’ve stop smoking, drinking, fighting, mistreating women, and hating people and never knew it. I am in great relationship with my parents and family.
With that being said, my life did a 360 change. God changed my life completely. I have a home, a career, I sleep well and I’m free from alcohlism and smoking. I even received a second chance in life and married again to my beautiful wife Jakerra and my step son Amari. I’m a published author of Blood on Paper & Pain Living In My Pen/Poet and I use my story/poetry to change lives.
If anybody doesn’t know Jesus, please get to know him for yourself.
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September 6th, 2015
Today is the day that the lord has made, I shall rejoice and be glad in it. I am asking for pray I was given a positive result for herpes HSV 1&2.
The doctors asked me if i had any outbreaks and I told them I haven’t had any. And the doctors told me that I could have had past exposure to it but I don’t know what that means in medical terms exactly. But I came home and cried, I didn’t get angry I just prayed and immediately started to repent and ask God for his forgiveness and healing. I had these tests done because I have been in a long term relationship with a man for over 14 years and we had infidelity issues in the past, and we both have done wrong but we want to be married and do right by God so I wanted to make sure we both were OK… at least medically.
For the last three years, I can honestly say that I have been faithful to my partner of 14 years because I wanted to just commit to God and to him(boyfriend/fiancé). My boyfriend/fiancé also proposed to me five years ago but because of the infidelity we broke up a few times and agreed to work on it until we stepped before God, which I deeply regret now. I was sexually abused as a child, so I have always been promiscuous with my sexuality and have always been in abusive relationships. I have to be honest with those reading this because I am asking for prayer and I must be honest with God, my father -Jehovah Rapha!
The next day after the results, I examined myself and I saw a bump in my vaginal area. I am scared, but fear does not come from the Lord. I have been in contact prayer and repentance. I am so sorry for the choices I have made and I want to serve God for the rest of my life! He has done so much for me, to tell my life story will take days, but I know of Gods grace and his mercy! God is real family, he is a present help!
I am just asking for prayer Saints from this disease. I pray for a miraculous healing and deliverance from the shame and guilt. Even though I am not experiencing noticeable or unbearable symptoms I still feel this has happened to me to bring me closer to God. Please pray for my 110% healing and deliverance.
I have crazy enough faith to believe God will heal me completely, he has done so much for me in my life. I won’t dare question God’s love for me but I do know if two or more touch and agree there is power in prayer. I pray for every single person that reads this and may God bless you beyond measure!
August 25th, 2015
I was born with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. Muscular Dystrophy is a disease that causes the muscles in your body primarily your legs; to become weak. Most people with this disease stop walking around age 12-14 and I’m 18.
God has kept his hands on me allowing me to still keep walking. I struggle with doing many things and I know of so many simple things that I cannot do such as bend down, climb things, etc. Sometimes it gets to me and I just break down and cry.
I’ve been asking for a healing and I’m patiently waiting for God to allow me to receive such a blessing. I’ve had complications my whole life due to being born this way. I know God has made me this way and I don’t fault him because he is the creator.
I just don’t believe that I’m to suffer and struggle and keep this disease inside my body. Growing up I come from a family with drug abuse. My dad was in and out of my life and my mom was the one who took care of me. I’m so tired of struggling and I know God doesn’t give us battles that we can’t overcome but I’m just about beat.
I’m 18 and I’m going into manhood and I’m afraid because I feel like there’s so many things that I don’t know; partially because I didn’t have my father teach me what it is to be a man. My heart just hurts so bad, I try to look at the positive things but there’s not so many positive things that have happened in my life but more negatives.
I’ve been praying all on my own but I want people to know what Im struggling with. I keep asking why I havent been healed but I believe I will be healed. Maybe its me being selfish wanting the healing now I dont know. I keep telling myself
“Everything will be okay, everything happens for a reason.”
My reminder is the tattoo I have on my arm. It reads
“It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect”
It’s Psalm 18:32. I’m lost and I feel like my disease is just a burden because it keeps me from doing so many things and I just want it all to be different.
August 23rd, 2015
I was born and raised in the Episcopal Church. At age twelve, however, I began to question the tradition and values of the church, and began to hate being made to go there every week by my Mom.
When I was fourteen, my best friend Emily took me to a nondenominational church service. It profoundly affected me and for a short while I was fine with God, but the incident was forgotten with the passage of time- But my hatred for the episcopal church continued to fester.
At sixteen, I decided to reject the church completely and became a Wiccan. It was a religion that made sense to me. Ironically, my three best friends in high school were all Christians. One friend, Monica, took a particular interest in my new religious beliefs and was determined to make me a Christian. She constantly took me to her youth group, where other members of her church asked me to explain why I believed what I believed.
Toward the end of my Junior year, Monica began talking about her church’s summer camp. I tried to distract her from the subject but she was stubborn as a mule. When I told her it cost too much, she told me to apply for a scholarship. Begrudgingly, I applied in hopes of getting her off of my case.
I found out later that I got a full ride.
I packed up my things and headed out to the camp.
On the bus ride there we sat together, occasionally talking but mostly reading, eating, or watching the movie playing on screen. When the four hours were up, we all gathered our luggage and began to find our way to our cabins.
The camp theme was “Making All Things New”, and the camp itself was a lot of fun. They divided everyone into teams to compete against one another in various competitions. From eating 32 scoops of ice cream, to scavenger hunts, and even organizing a flash mob (which I choreographed, by the way.). It brought out the best in everyone. The food was amazing, too. The only downside to me were the religious aspects- including nightly worship services.
The last night of camp everyone gathered in the hall for the last church service before returning home in the morning. The pastor preached about Manasseh, the evil he did, and how God forgave him. I still had yet to be shaken from my faith.
Near the end of the service, the pastor had all the counselors and staff come up toward the front by the stage to pray over everyone. While standing in line, Monica told me that I had a choice to make, and that nobody but me could make it. It disarmed me so completely that I was quiet until she moved ahead of me in the prayer line. When that happened I was on my own and froze for a minute before hesitantly approaching the person who was supposed to pray for me. Without warning, she wrapped me into a fierce hug and started praying.
I couldn’t hear what she said (the band was still playing right by us), but it struck me like nothing had before that this person who I didn’t even know cared so deeply about me. It broke down my walls and I started to cry.
In that moment, I accepted Christ as my Lord and savior.
I was passed on down the line, and when I reached the end put my hands in the air in worship. When we gathered outside for s’mores afterward, I excitedly told Monica what had happened to me, and when we got back to our cabin she gave me my first bible. To top all of it off, our team won the last competition and were the camp champions.
I became a Christian on June 1, 2012.
It was the camp that changed my life, and I have never been the same since.