From Idol Worship to Christian Evangelist

Growing up I was always on the hunt for the voice of God; there was a hunger within me. I had a Bible in my bedroom and my grandma would pray over me from time to time. But I was never really discipled in my faith. I remember once speaking with a Catholic priest and he told me parts of the Bible were made up.

I thought to myself: Well if he doesn’t believe the Bible is real, why should I? So began my journey into the supernatural. I became addicted to looking for the voice of God in all the wrong places, including idol worship and witchcraft. I got interested in crystals, enjoyed palm readings and even invited demons to live inside me. These things governed me; I could feel them in my body.

I loved the party lifestyle and, as time went on, I became addicted to alcohol because of these demons, which I would hear telling me to physically hurt people when I drank. I would get extremely angry; it was really toxic. I was constantly sacrificing myself on the altar of other people’s opinions, trying to fit in and gain the approval of guys. When I was 16, I had a horrible encounter with an ex-partner who physically assaulted me. I began to think: Something needs to change.

One day I was hanging out with my friends in my kitchen and we were talking about God. Out of nowhere, a presence filled the whole room, and I said: “Can you feel that?” My friends replied: “Yeah. There’s this peace, this presence.” A burning conviction began to swell my heart that I was a sinner, that I was not going to heaven, that I was living a lie. This conviction was so strong I felt as if I was going to weep. I said out loud: “I’m never going to be the same again.” And my friends laughed at me because they didn’t believe it.