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I have seen the power of God first hand. Please read this, offtopic.

[spoiler]Wall of text. You have been warned...[/spoiler] [spoiler]This is a true story. Happened around 24 hours-ish before I wrote this.[/spoiler] [i]June 30, 2018[/i] I am Catholic, though I have not been super into religion. Deep down, I didn't even know if God existed. Until last night. I signed up for a weekend Conference in a small town called "Steubenville", I didn't think much of it. Thought it was going to be this: Wake up, leave hotel, go to church, listen to really old speaker(s), go back to hotel, sleep, repeat. When we first got there, we did start that process, except for the old speaker part, the speakers we had were actually young (late 20s-early 30s) and pretty relatable guys. Then we got to adoration. (If you don't know, its a form of worship besides Mass. Basically a lot more singing and praying) We were singing and praising God and Jesus Christ, stuff that I thought was normal, boring stuff. Then I saw the Priest start to lift up the monstrance and walk around the room. My group and the rest of the people in the field house, this was the size of a high school gym btw, just kept on singing. Then, I heard a girl probably 4 ft. behind me start to cry. A lot. I mean, A LOT. Like her entire family just was shot right in front of her. Then I notice another girl start to cry. Then another. And another. Then people in our group started Laughing Hysterically. Then started screaming. Then some started to have random noises come out of their mouths, which was the Gift of Tongues. [spoiler]The Gift of Tongues is when you communicate with God out loud, but in a language no one can understand. Only You and God understand. I've heard people do it in murmur/whisper type stuff and some even do it as random syllables shoved together.[/spoiler] Soon half of my group, mostly girls, were on the floor of the bleachers we were sitting on, either Laughing, Screaming, Crying, or a combo of all 3. Mfw my youth group started to mentally break down. Mfw I didn't feel anything Mfw there was a girl next to me, (lets call her Jenna) grabbing her own legs and crying/screaming as if she was in the most pain ever felt by any person ever. At this point, I was beyond scared. I was horrified. I had no idea what was going on, but a million possibilities were firing through my head. Could I have just involuntarily joined a cult? Were they possessed? Was I supposed to be experiencing something like this right now? Because I didn't know what else to do, I got down next to Jenna, put my hand on her shoulder, and started to say the Hail Mary over and over again, trying to see if that would at all help her to calm down. After about 1 minute of that, I mouthed the words to a prayer. "Dear Lord, if this is of you, please tell me. Help her. I need to know if this is you. I need to know if you exist. I need to..." I was interrupted by Jenna, who somehow heard me clearly, being as I was saying it so quietly I was only mouthing most of the words, sat up, spoke in a calm, collected, and serious voice, which was weird because she was not a person to ever, EVER talk in a sort of authoritative, Father-addressing-his-son kind of voice. I can't remember exactly what she said, But it was something along the lines of this: "Rest easy, my son. I am here. I love you..." Mfw she said that Mfw It was super loud in there and there was no way in Heaven or Earth she could have heard me. You can probably understand what I am getting at by now. God spoke to me. He used this young woman as a vessel to speak to me. And to be completely honest, I was terrified. After Jenna said that, the seconds that followed felt like hours. I didn't know what to think of that. But, I slowly started to realize what just happened. Like a child returning to his Father after he ran away, I started to involuntarily cry. I slumped into my seat, while Jenna, now perfectly calm, held my hand and started to pray. I prayed with her. We did that for a good 2-minutes. It felt like mere seconds. After That, we both did what we did before: I sang and prayed, while she started to scream and laugh on the floor. After Adoration ended, I asked her what happened. She said "I gave Jesus my pain, and he gave me some of His". She went on to explain how she couldn't move her body from the waist down and how she could feel a nail in her foot. I was in awe. I asked her if she was ok. She was. She asked me if I was ok. I didn't know. You might be thinking, "Why did this guy decide to put this on offtopic?" Because I think this story needs to be shared. Especially with those who don't know of Jesus's light. Before this experience, I thought I might be throwing my life away for a guy that died 2,000 years ago. After this, I know one thing. God is with us. He loves us. And He doesn't care whether you know or want to know. HE LOVES ALL PEOPLE NO MATTER YOUR RACE, RELIGION, OR YOUR ANYTHING. HE LOVES YOU NO MATTER WHAT. DON'T FORGET IT. God Bless you all.
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