Hi satur9poet,

I guess I'm a throwback to an earlier age. I was raised as a Quaker, without much formal religious training. Became disenchanted with my parents religion. I also, considered myself an agnostic. The only time I spoke in Quaker meeting was to say I didn't see any proof of God's existance and there was nothing in creation that couldn't be explained by evolution. I had always loved science and math, because they were easy for me.

At the age of thirty God sent me a dream. I n the dream I'm in a church with stain glass windows (very unQuaker like). And I'm asking God for proof of his existance. I hold out my hand and a glass appears in my hand and fills with red wine. I hold out my hand again and again the glass appears, fills and I pass it. Five times the glass appears, fills and I pass it. Then two glasses appear and won't fill. At this point I awake from the dream. It was as if I had stepped from the church to my bedroom. The dream remained perfectly clear. I knew I was missing something and I knew the answers were in a Bible that the Quakers had given me before I left them years ago.

Figuring I knew the story of Jesus, because I had seen the movies on TV at Christmas time, I began to read the Bible at the Acts of the Apostles. I read through the entire New Testament to Revelation. Having read to the end, I was no longer sure I knew the story of Jesus. So I went back and read Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. As I read it was as if these four men were each telling me their story of their time on earth with Jesus. I knew that the whole book was true.

I was shocked to find out that this book was not a device to control the masses. It was a love story. Not of a man for a woman or visa-versa. It was a love story about a creator for his creation. A creator who loved me enough be willing to die for to pay for my sins so that I might avoid Hell. The wicked shall be turned into Hell and all nations that forget God. We love him because he first loved us. For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth on him shall never perish. Greater love hath no man but that he lay down his life for his breathren.

It was and is a miracle of the highest magnitude. I prayed that night and asked Jesus to forgive me of my sin and be my Savour and come into my life.
AND HE DID!!!

When I awoke the next day the gray clouds had lifted from my life. I felt as if I was walking above the sidewalk. The sky had not been so blue or the trees so green since I was a young child. My heart was free from it's burden because Christ had lifted it from me. I was free from the weight I had been carrying. I hadn't even realized how much it had weighed me down until it was gone. From that time on I was sure there was a God whose name is Jesus and there was no going back.

God didn't come to me through a priest, a prophet, a pastor, a bishop or a minister. I'm not saying he can't, just that he didn't. He didn't come to me through a religion or rite or ritual. I'm not saying he can't, just that he didn't. Not thruogh a Methodist, a Catholic, a Baptist or an Evangelical. He came to me through a dream and his Word. Since then I have seen proof everywhere of his existance. Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God. Since I have believed His Word, he has given proof over and over and over. Even empirical proof, check out equidistant letter spacing sometimes ELS. The odds are against anyone but God writing the Bible.

Welcome to the ENERGETICFORUM,
Mark H Evans