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"When I was young I was sure of everything; in a few years, having been mistaken a thousand times, I was not half so sure of most things as I was before; at present, I am hardly sure of anything but what God has revealed to me"

 John Wesley

The 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.

I 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.

As 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.

The 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.

Later 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.

It 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. 

Ultimately 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.

I 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.

I 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.

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