Faith: Christianity
I grew up with the idea of the Christian God being a real God, and with the concept of heaven and hell, but my family never practiced the faith.
In middle school I began to question the idea of God. I didn't know the Christian faith too well - heck, I didn't even know that Jesus Christ was God - and I certainly didn't know my Bible. I never saw any evidence of God. This led to me becoming a very hateful atheist throughtout middle school, high school, and up until I was 21 years old. I thought all religion was stupid and false, and that no gods existed, but I hated Christianity. I don't know why I hate Christianity, but I did; I made fun of Christians and made vulgar remarks about Jesus and the Virgin Mary, and made fun of the idea of God.
In January of 2012 I had a strange dream. It didn't make any sense to me. In my dream a gentle but strong voice said to me, "If you ask for forgiveness you may have it." I saw no face or body or anything. It was just black. I'm not even sure that I was actually sleeping or just in that pre-sleep state. I sat up immediately knowing that Jesus Christ had spoken to me. It made no sense. I was an atheist, I never thought about religion, and I especially hated this Jesus character. Yet, I knew it was him that spoke to me.
I didn't repent that night or any night after for 2 weeks. After about 2 weeks I was struck with a mysterious illness that left me debilitated. The doctors didn't know what was wrong with me; nobody could give me an answer; we just knew that I was very, very sick. I remembered my dream one night during the worst night of my illness. I was in so much agony. For whatever reason I built up the strenght to get myself in the shower. I just wanted to get in the shower. I stood there with water pouring down my body, trembling, not knowing what to do. I began to weep, and I found myself on my knees. I cried out to God, the Lord Jesus Christ, to heal me, to take my illness from me. I told him that I would worship him for all of my days and change my ways; just heal me! Like the blind, the lame, the mute and the deaf, and the lepers, I was healed. I accepted Christ as he had spoken to me several weeks before and my illness left me. I have been a faithful, though rather poor at times, Christian since.
There was no reason for me to have the dream I had that night. There was no answer to my illness that a doctor on earth could provide. Only my cry to Jesus healed me.