As a child I was raised Mormon. I spent a lot of time in the Mormon church and was taught the truths by the standards of the Mormons. I was taught that God is a big guy in the sky who is impersonal and judgmental. Jesus Christ was not God, but a great prophet. Sin was drastically punished, and I was expected to live up to high expectations that were impossible in order to prove I was worthy to go to heaven. I was taught that works were the ultimate sacrifice to God, and I could never know Him personally. I was told that Mormonism was a part of Christianity. [...]
My story is a story of failure. I tried to gain fulfillment on my own, and every time I was left searching. Once I realized that my story was not about me, but was about Jesus, only then did I find satisfaction. [...]
God is still in the miracle healing business. Here is proof.
I was born and raised as a Catholic. I was told that I was "baptized" into the gates of heaven as a baby. I had always been told that if you were a good person and did the best that you could, that when you died, you would go to heaven. [...]
I was born in South Africa to amazing parents. I was the middle child, having an older brother and a younger sister.
Growing up we went to church, but for me at least there was no relationship with God. Most Sundays I would pretend to sleep in as long as possible so that I did not have to go to Sunday school. One of the few memories I have of church back then is that the pastor spoke about hearing God talk to him. At the time, I remember thinking, “God doesn't still talk to people.” [...]
I have a story to tell you.
A story with its broken, unpolished, in-between messy bits peaking out - as it should be. The beauty in telling these raw stories is that what once was in the dark is brought into light. There is something truly freeing about that, it's completely unbinding, and it cheers your soul that you are free to be. Free to be you, the unedited, authentic version of you. [...]
EDITOR’S NOTE: God gives each and every person specific gifts in order to demonstrate who He is and bring Him glory. Through Hannah, He has given her the gift of poetry and writing. Here is her testimony in the form of a beautiful poem. Exodus The call of the void once drew me so [...]
My life is a book in which God daily writes the chapters according to His table of contents. Story after story point to his unending faithfulness. A spiritual journey…trailed to an island off the coast of Venezuela. Born to island parents and dedicated in a small church on the island of Trinidad. Church was my niche and comfort zone. I spent years nuzzled on my mother’s lap drifting into sweet slumber while the minister proclaimed the good news. My peers enlisted me as the vice president of the “pew warming” ministry branding me as the enigma of docile Christianity. Despite my apparent slumber and aversion to the pastor’s monotone voice, God’s word was being firmly rooted into the depths of my heart. One day my life catapulted into a series of events that would forever change my ambitions. [...]
I was raised in a traditional Christian home. One of my earliest memories of church is sitting on a hard wooden pew with my mother listening to a pipe organ play a traditional hymn. We were attending a Methodist church at the time. I remember hearing Bible stories, singing songs about the B.I.B.L.E and Jesus Loving the Little Children. It wasn’t until I was six years old attending Vacation Bible School that I learned how Jesus wanted to save me from my sins. I can’t say I understood the greater concept of sin but I did want Jesus to be my friend. At the end of the lesson, I raised my hand and the teacher prayed with me to “accept Jesus into my heart”. [...]
Any form of rape or sexual assault can leave a person in a devastated state. For Hannah, being raped at age 13 left her scarred on the inside and it took such a toll on her life that she attempted suicide. But her story didn't end there. This is her testimony.