Wayne

This is my first and only admission. To understand a person’s relationship with God, I believe it is very important to give an understanding of the person testifying. That said, I will give my all.

I was reckless, hatefully dishonest, and extremely weary of people in general. The fact is, I hated everyone on the planet. It didn't matter who. It was a time of much anguish and pain for me as I had lost many of my siblings to disease, accidents, and mental illness. I started questioning the world around me, wondering how it all began and what the point of life is.

It was a very heavy line of thinking for a 14-year-old boy, and life carried on as it did before, without me knowing God (or, rather, not knowing his teachings). I eventually became a bitter young man of 20. Life got hard, really hard. It finally took me to the point where I actually prayed, but I didn't pray in the "normal" sense.

I told God that I had had enough of the "sufferings" and that I was from then on renouncing all ties to faith. I decided I would use myself as a weapon and take what I wanted without remorse or compassion, just like the evil people who are above me!

That night as I slept, I was pulled with enormous fury and turbulence to the foot of Jesus Christ. I never knew Jesus, and I took him as a door prize to God, who I did know some things about. There, in that place in my dream, he stood in white and was holding a book. It was at that instant that I knew whom I was buckled to.

An enormous feeling of incredible sadness and a truly terrifying weight pressed upon my spine. He looked at me staring down at my buckled knees and spine in total silence, not saying a word. Then, with a flick of his shoulder, his arm struck through the book he was holding. An immense sadness came over me and I awoke completely wet with tears. I felt empty and truly alone. I realized I had received what I prayed for.

It was then I decided to get back to it (life), but without the plan of renouncing all ties to faith. I was as normal as I possibly could be during that time. Years passed with many many struggles and much pain, until one day I realized a couple of truths about my world. I realized some truths about my environment and wondered if the Bible had anything to offer regarding this. Well, It certainly did!

I began reading and wanting more, developing a driven thirst for truth. Then, about five years ago, I had another dream. I was placed inside a tent, a large pyramid-style one draped in fabrics with carpeted flooring. It had colors of red, green, and gold, all of differing shades and textures. There were two people inside the tent; one sat behind me and the other in front.

We sat on cushions on the floor and the man in front of me began to speak, I couldn't understand his words. They were muffled and I could only hear the slight pitch change among the noise. It was then that he presented me with a girl, completely naked, and shown to me as a "prize."

She was young and extremely beautiful.”How old are you?” I said. The man replied for her, saying "What does it matter? Don't you want this?”

At that point, I was filled with hate. I said to the man "Why do you answer for her and where is her father?" My question was met with intense anger, and the man lunged at my face. Then, the other man, the one who was behind me, raised his hand and stopped the attack inches from my face. The entire tent was filled with amazing energy and vibration, and it was then that I realized that the man in front of me was Satan, and the man behind me was Jesus.

The devil began to buckle under the amazing electric pressure that had filled the tent. It didn’t affect me, and I was even able to intensify the pressure by focusing on the energy. Jesus said to me, “You are going to kill him.” I panicked and immediately let go of the energy, I hung my head in shame, not knowing what I was even doing there in that place. What have I done or continue to do to be torn apart by not just life but in my sleep as well?

I woke up from my dream, very awake, like it was in the middle of the day. I continued through my days as I had been for a couple of years after, still with a lot of hatred for the world. Then one night, in the silence of sleep I was again pulled to the feet of Christ. The difference was this time around I knew my king.

It was amazing, the same electric pressure had encompassed the entire space we were in, me on my face, Jesus above me. Again he had the book in his hand with a small smile of satisfactory accomplishment on his face as he wrote my name in the Book of Life. Before my dream, I didn't even know what that was. I had come to see Jesus Christ as my king and savior, and after many years of being blind and hateful, I finally have peace with life.