When I was 12 I was feeling lonely and depressed at a super mega church. I was a good Christian girl and had spent my whole life in a constant state of prayer like the Bible said but was so confused by the lack of God in the church.
Until that point I never asked God to show me a sign He was there, because my faith was strong enough I didn't need it. But I was so confused by the hundreds of children dancing and singing to the super cool and loud Christian band while feeling a distinct lack of His holy presence so I made a special request. I left the crowd and stood alone to pray.
"Dear Lord father in heaven, I don't know if you're really here with us. I don't sense you at all. Can you give me a sign that you are here with me please? Amen."
I honestly didn't expect anything but at that moment I felt a huge warm hand grab my shoulder and I was filled with the Holy Spirit. I turned around and no one was here, but it still felt like there was a hand on my shoulder. It was overwhelming and I began to cry.
Due to life, propaganda and drama I eventually became an insane feminist and left the faith because I didn't feel Christianity took itself seriously, and the people i loved used it to hurt and manipulate me. But no matter how much I denounced it, I couldn't forget what it was like to be filled with the Holy Spirit. After the red pill I eventually returned to the faith, regretting ever having left. Now I'm doubling down on the whole Christian thing. Maybe y'all hate me for it but I know the Lord is just happy to have me back, and I'm happy to be here :)
I was 18 and had spent a few years as an evil atheist. I was in a small Pentecostal church someone I met invited me too. I guess I was just really curious and looking around. The church was mostly old people and their children (mostly younger than me). I was really messed up back then, still kind of an awkward teenager. I had really bad social anxiety and was always nervous in public (God actually delivered me from that years later but that's another story). Anyway, I was standing while hymns were being sung, and someone came up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. I assumed someone decided to pray for me and just let it be even though I was constantly nervous and uncomfortable being touched. Then I turned to look to see who it was, and there was nobody anywhere near me.
That was that. It was another day when I received the Spirit of God, and the experience was so intense. Atheism was no longer going to be an option at that point.
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