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Abby

I was a dancer, a drug user, a psychology student living a double life — always trying to fit in, never knowing who I was. No identity, no knowledge of God, just seeking wherever I could find it. I was good at hiding everything.

Rob

I was a kid with no direction and no purpose — smoking weed at 11, getting expelled, sleeping in motels, watching my dad use drugs and my mom prostitute herself to feed me. I questioned if there even was a God.

RJ

I was raised in church, called to ministry at 12, but by my late teens I was addicted to pornography and sexual sin, drinking, partying, experimenting with steroids, and running from God into the fire service — numb to the Holy Spirit I once knew intimately.

Mike

I was a rock musician who nearly died of an overdose, then dropped out of college to search for God. I became a yoga guru with 300 students, teaching 14 hours a day, running an ashram, totally committed to the idea that all religions lead to the same ultimate reality.

Karen

I was a little girl carrying sexual abuse, shame, and guilt, hiding behind cheerleading titles so no one would get close enough to see the ugliness. I went to the altar every Sunday hoping one of those times would be good enough to make me clean.

Katherine

I was a pastor's daughter who went to church every Sunday, prayed, anointed my house — doing all the ritualistic religious acts — but inside I was dying with insecurities, seeking validation from boys and my career, and rooting my identity in everything except Christ.

Amaya

I was a new age influencer, belly dancer, and feminine embodiment coach — half naked, smoking weed every day for seven years, having sex outside marriage, following false Gnostic christs, and going around pretending I wasn't lost or broken when it was a complete fabrication.

Chris

I was a software engineer and startup guy who rejected Christianity as antiquated, then spent years trying every psychedelic, energy healer, Buddhist retreat, and New Age practice I could find, convinced I could engineer my way to enlightenment and heal my grief on my own terms.

Justin

I was selling marijuana, handling guns, breaking into cars, drinking — all before 21. I was trying to make a name for myself in the streets because just being Justin, the son of my mother and father, didn't feel like enough.