Damascus Road Experience sprouted from a seed that was planted twenty years ago
in a youth group summer camp. I have always been an analytical thinker, which
resulted in my ultimate career path as an engineer. As an analytical thinker, I
tend to focus on facts and figures, using quantitative decision making versus
qualitative decisions. To put this into simple terms, I tend to only believed
things that can be proven or analyzed.
went to church every Sunday morning and evening, as well as
Wednesday nights; I sang in the youth choir and was an active participant in
the youth group. I was baptized at an early age and everyone thought I was a
Christian. The problem was that I truly did not believe, because how could I
believe in something that had no substance to be gauged or measured.
Something happened at youth camp when I was sixteen that changed my outlook on
life forever. As I sat for an evening service at youth camp I
began to feel something pushing me to talk to another boy who was sitting
across the pavilion. I only knew the boy by his nickname 'Rooster', which was
given to him due to his ability to perfectly imitate a rooster crowing. I had
no idea why I felt the need to talk to this boy or what I would say, so I
ignored the feeling.
I lay in my cabin (more like a shed with bunk beds) that night, I
could not get the feeling out of my mind. It was at this point that I began to
question what was going on, but I continued to ignore it and eventually drifted
off to sleep. The next day proceeded normally until the mid-morning service, at
which time the feeling returned. I did not know what was going on, but I knew
that something was drawing me to talk to this specific boy.
feeling continued to grow until it reached an almost unbearable level
during the evening service that night. I purposely sat on the other side of the
pavilion, positioning myself closer to where the boy sat for the services. It
was during this service that I realized that I had to somehow start a
conversation with the boy, but I had no idea of what I would say or how it
would sound. My pride prevented me from going up to the boy that evening, but I
decided I would talk to an older friend of mine about the situation.
that same night I described the situation with an older friend of mine, Jody.
Jody listened to what I had to say and simply replied, "Let's go talk to him."
I had no idea of what to say and felt like an idiot as we began to look through
the small campsite for the boy. I played out several scenarios of how the
conversation could progress, and none of them turned out positively for me. in
fact, I ended up looking like an idiot in all of them. We finally found him and
Jody asked him to go sit down so we could talk.
was one of the most awkward moments of my life as I said, "I don't
know why, but I feel that God is telling me to talk to you." As soon as I
finished the sentence the boy we called Rooster began to cry. Jody and I looked
at each other in disbelief. He told us that he was going through some terrible
things at home and that he had considered committing suicide before coming to
this youth camp. He had felt God calling him to during the services, but felt
embarrassed to go forward during the invitation. He had told God to prove that
He was real, and God had done so by sending me to talk to him. God had used me
to prove to this boy that he was real, just like he used the blinding light to
prove to Saul that he was real on the road to Damascus.
the boy we called Rooster accepted Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior that
night, but he was not the only person who was changed through the
events. This was my Damascus Road Experience as well, as God had shown Himself
to me in a way that I needed. I realized that it was possible that everything
had happened by chance, but my analytical side also knew the probability
of that was extremely low. There is no doubt in my mind that this was not a
random occurrence; on the contrary, it was a divine appointment.
believe in God with 100% certainty because of this experience where God made
Himself known to me. I know that believing in God defies all
reason and logic, which is why it took a Damascus Road Experience for me to
believe in God. This experience made it as illogical for me to not believe in
God as for someone without an experience to believe in God. I started realizing
that everyone who is a Christian has had some experience in life that made them
believe. These experiences are as various as the people that have had then, and
can range from something as minor as a feeling to something as extraordinary as
the blinding light that Saul (Paul) experienced in Acts.
decided to use the name Damascus Road Experience to represent the most
notable Biblical conversion experience, which was the
conversion of Paul on the road to Damascus. It is my prayer that those who
share similar beliefs as me will join together in this effort to spread the
gospel of Jesus, in leading others to their experience and eventual
relationship with Christ. I also pray that non-believers will find this site
and begin to search for the reality of God, and I believe that God will show
Himself to anyone who seeks to know Him or confirm His existence.