I grew up going to a Protestant Church, my father made us all go to church until we were 16. I didn’t mind going to church, I believe that I enjoyed it until I was 14 when my parents divorced. From that point on I didn’t like going to church and I thought that people that went to church were just pretending to have their lives together, but in reality, they were falling apart
I stopped going to church and found the girl of my dreams, only to believe that I was left to be heartbroken. I had no faith that there was any God, and thought life was meaningless, and that when I die I would just become dust in the ground. God was only a concept that we made up to bring meaning to a meaningless world.
The girl of my dreams told me to reconnect with her in a few years, but I went off into the military as the prodigal son trying to run away from the problems that were surrounding me.
In boot camp, I went to a non-denominational church on base, and from that experience, understood that there is a God that can protect me no matter what I go through.
After being overseas for a couple years I received a prayer card from someone it with Isaiah 43:2, “When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned, Nor shall the flame scorch you.”
After having my assignment changed three times I finally ended up in New Jersey. One of my coworkers wanted to take me into the city to a club, we took the subway to the World Trade Center. It was the beginning of the year. As time went on I was working until 11:30. I was hanging out with Co-workers the night before my birthday, I remember being sad and looking at the clock it was 11:45 PM my selfishness got the best of me and I thought to myself “I hope they remember my birthday.”
I remember waiting until midnight for them to say, “Happy Birthday.” I didn’t get the birthday wish I was hoping for, so I went back to my room to go to bed. I received a knock on my door the next morning around 10 AM waking me up. My supervisor said that we had been called into work because a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center tower.
I went through a few years feeling bitter, and then a few years trying to overcompensate for being so selfish working harder on my birthday not to think about that tragic day.
Six years after the tragic events of 9/11 the girl of my dreams came back into my life, and God revealed himself to me in a momentous way and brought me to my knees begging him for forgiveness.
Isaac: United States