Browse Testimonies

Kevin

I was a violent, angry Iranian Muslim in Sweden — high dyslexic, dysfunctional, always in trouble. My only dream was to grow up strong enough to destroy my father. Rage was my identity and my greatest comfort. I didn't believe love existed.

Remy

I was a Nigerian Muslim girl who never heard 'I love you' at home, felt rejected by my father and by men, tried to fill the hole with weed, alcohol, parties, and even a relationship with a woman — and still woke up crying, not knowing why.

Amir

I was a proud Muslim from Dearborn, Michigan — the most Muslim community in America. I had an Islam tattoo, debated Christians, and would have died before worshipping Jesus. Nobody could have convinced me.

Dan

I was a secular Israeli Jew studying math at university. I believed in God — unlike my atheist parents — but Jesus was a foreign god, something Gentiles believed in, connected in my mind to the persecution of Jewish people.

Omar

I was a fatherless kid from the projects who adopted a fake identity to hide where I came from. I chased women, cocaine, and alcohol for years trying to fill an emptiness I couldn't name. I had a failed marriage, kids I couldn't raise, and I felt like I was screaming for help from inside a dark cell and nobody could hear me.

Jonathan

I was a Buddhist from birth, a martial artist, a student of a witch doctor who taught me sorcery. I moved in spiritual gifts, people worshipped me as a reincarnated Buddha, and I was addicted to drugs, alcohol, sex, and pornography — broken, suicidal, and completely lost.

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.

Laura

I was 100% Jewish, a blank slate — I honestly didn't even know Jesus was a person. I believed in God but had no preconceived ideas, no agenda, no knowledge of the gospel whatsoever.

Patricia

I was a Catholic woman who knew God was calling me but kept making my own choices without asking him. I was fighting authority, not really communicating, not being honest with myself or others — and I kept getting more and more confused.

Tessa

I was a dominatrix and sex worker who felt completely unworthy and unlovable. The adult industry made me feel worthy when nothing else did. I had no ID, no way out, and a suicide plan ready for when my time in the industry ran out.

EJ

I was a very dysfunctional young man getting involved in a lot of fights, violent activities, just doing whatever I wanted. I had no father, no future, no plan. I was cold as a stone, always angry, living from one marijuana high to the other, putting off my suicide every other day.

Muhammad

I was the most zealous Muslim in my family — beating myself, cutting my head with a sword, traveling to shrines, serving in the Revolutionary Guard — doing everything to earn God's satisfaction, but feeling further from him the harder I tried.