In 2013, my life fell apart. I lost my job, my car, and my relationship with my ex within a matter of weeks. After the initial depression had ended, I became angry. I was especially angry at G-d for unanswered prayer. I prayed for a job nearly everyday. I was on the prayer list of every major ministry in the United States. People even laid hands on me. No results. The longer prayers went unanswered, the angrier I became. I cussed G-d out. I even raised my hand at the sky and flipped him off.
One day in March 2015, I was so angry, that a particular blasphemous thought crossed my mind. I was sure I had blown it and was going to Hell. Others said G-d always talks to his own. I was desperate to hear his voice. I asked him if there was anything I needed to surrender. He said "money". I complied.
A few days later, someone gave me enough money to buy a laptop computer as mine had crashed the previous year. G-d told me to take $50 of that money and give it to a family in need. I explained to G-d that I wouldn't be able to purchase the laptop without that money. Then I remembered the severity of my situation. My birthday was coming the following week and I hoped that gifts would make up the difference. I withdrew $50 out of the bank. I put it into a plain envelope and dropped it in the family's mailbox.
The following week, I received more monetary gifts than on any other birthday. People who don't normally give money as presents gave money that year. The total amount of the money I received as gifts was $500, ten times what I gave to the family in need.
A couple days later, I left to visit Mississippi with my girlfriend and future wife. I was still worried about my salvation. An hour after we crossed into Alabama, I heard G-d say, "You're going to have a meeting with Jesus tonight."
To be continued next week.....