Browse Testimonies

Brian

I thought Christianity was the dumbest thing ever — a crutch for people who needed to lie to themselves. I was selling drugs, dabbling in the occult, trying to open my third eye to fight the demons that had followed me since infancy. I was a psychonaut who thought he was smarter than religion.

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I was a Christian who had incredible encounters with God, worked in ministry, but hid behind work and battled pornography in secret — a whitewashed tomb, clean on the outside, filthy on the inside, with a heart that kept looking back at Egypt.

Alene

I was a proud, self-sufficient woman who had a baby at 16, survived two divorces, practiced Islam for seven years, then Santeria and Hinduism — trying everything to protect myself and find love, but I was just not alive.

George

I was a scared little boy growing up in a tough neighborhood — running with a crew, carrying a gun, doing petty crime, smoking and drinking, searching desperately for a path that wouldn't end in death. I had no father, no one home, and no idea who I was.

David

I was a master manipulator who could twist any situation and make it someone else's fault. I hated myself so much I provoked people to beat me and bashed my own head in private. I worked nonstop trying to fill a void that success could never touch.

Christine

I was a foster care kid who aged out of the system with a felony, no education, and a deep belief that I was a mistake. I fled my marriage, practiced Buddhism, and sought worth in all the wrong places. I was angry, broken, and terrified — and I didn't believe God existed.

Talita

I hated my family, I hated my country, I hated my life. I was just running away — drugs, parties, reckless relationships, absolutely fearless because I never really felt loved and had no boundaries. I was a mess.

Danny

I was the most depressed person I knew personally. I grew up in church, even became a leader in Christian fellowship, but at the gut level I could not imagine God really loved me. I could not remember one happy day in my entire childhood.

Fernando

I was born in Mexico, raised by my grandmother in poverty, never knew my father, was molested at nine, and decided there was no God. I was very involved in drugs and alcohol, searching and seeking, chasing something just to be accepted and to be loved.

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.

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.

AZ

I was a drifter, a wanderer — lost and disillusioned my whole life, hiding behind gym and eastern mysticism, trying to transcend the physical realm and escape suffering. I had complex PTSD, multiple suicide attempts, and a psychiatrist told me I had no options left.