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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.

Carl

I was a model church member — baptized, tithing, teaching Bible classes — but I was doing it all out of duty, to get out of hell and into heaven. I didn't love God, I didn't love my fellow man. I had no real relationship with Christ at all.

Leah

I was a latchkey kid who never felt wanted or loved, chasing one drug after another for decades — pain pills, crack, heroin — selling myself for drugs, attempting suicide, and believing I was a sacrifice God had written off.

Yaya

I was a believer who had always seen in the spirit realm since childhood, but I compromised my faith, got into a relationship with a narcissist, and ended up on 14 medications, collapsing on my floor, with no presence of God when I nearly died.

Diamond

I was raised Catholic but never really understood the Bible. I had preached on the streets of Louisiana, then walked away from faith when I started working offshore and hanging out with the crew, drinking. I didn't believe there was actually a hell or a heaven.

David

I was from the streets — never knew my dad, physically abused, selling drugs since 12, in and out of jail, addicted to meth, a habitual felon facing 25 to life. I believed in a higher power but not Jesus, and I thought everything I survived was because of me.

Steve

I was a fervent Buddhist from age six, praying eight hours a day trying to reach nirvana. I came to college in California, fell in with bad friends, started doing drugs, and ended up attempting suicide after a demonic encounter convinced me to sacrifice my life.