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Quote by: IndieC The Holy Spirit entered me one night, that's about it... Can't explain it very well at all, because it was quite sudden, over the course of an evening really. I had been out that night, and i decided i'd go back early with a couple of guys on my corridor at uni, both of which were Christians. They were just casualy talking about the Christian Union, and what they'd been doing that night (it was a sunday) and so i asked them why they believed. Low and behold, when we got back, the third Christian on the corridor turned up, and we spent hours in the kitchen talking about it, and it got me thinking. So i went to bed, and that's when he entered me, and i just got the feeling to cry. I wasn't sad really, i just wanted to cry. I didn't actually managed it, but i actually tried to, which i have never ever done since, nor had i done before. I just knew i had to cry. Then i prayed, for the first time, really, in my life. The next day i just looked at it objectively, and logically, and started trying to prove that he didn't actually exist, that things didn't make sense and that i wqas just being crazy, but i couldn't, despite so many doubts, and so, over about a month, i started truly believing, and that was it, when i looked back on it a few months later, i saw everything click into place, everything made sense, all the things that had happened in my life, and some have been pretty horrible i can tell you, yet they all helped bring me to God. So there you have it: my testimony. |