I have no idea how to keep this brief but here goes.
I have experienced supernatural events as long as I could remember - enough to write an entire book. I saw and talked to angels. I saw demons and some of them tried to kill me. I went out of my body on countless occasions. I had premonitions that would happen within a few days. I had all sorts of amazing supernatural things happen - like staring at metal and watching it snap in two! I have been saved from certain death on many occasions - like slamming into a telephone pole at 60 mph, or spinning out of control at 120mph. Guns have been pointed at me and I thought, “This is it” more than once! I have had perils at sea. Many wrecks and disasters that should have killed me - but I kept walking away unscathed.
I should have come to an ugly end many times but God kept saving me. Moreover, I ALWAYS knew it was God - on the deepest level I could NOT deny this.
As a small child, I easily prayed to God in a conversational manner, but as I grew older, my intellect started getting in The Way. My intellect began telling me there is something very wrong with religion.
My family made me go to church and sing in the choir because that was the right thing to do. During my trips to church, I saw how people would dress up and listen to a boring sermon while living like the devil the rest of the week. I was getting mixed messages from Christianity. I saw that many people only honored Jesus with their lips (Luke 6:46).
I was baptized as a teenager but fell into a backslidden state quickly. Religion was not answering my questions. I was not getting answers from the church about the many supernatural experiences I was having. I was mostly getting rejection.
Therefore, I went to Hollywood and did the music-acting-partying thing.
I was on a fast track to destruction. I forgot all about my relationship with God on a conscious level, but somewhere deep down I knew God was real. I knew God was out there - somewhere. However, I could not reconcile the God I experienced as a child with the Christian religion that I saw in church. I concluded that the Christians must have God wrong.
As my life progressed, I had a constant, gnawing hunger to know this supernatural God. I refused to look at the Christian religion. I simply crossed it off my list. How could all these hypocrites be right? They cannot even answer simple questions about the supernatural - and the bible is supposed to be about a supernatural God!
I studied Buddhism, Hinduism, and then I camped out for some time in Scientology. My thirst for God was never quenched, but at least in scientology they were making some sense about supernatural phenomena.
From there I went heavily into the things of the New Age. I saw psychics. I practiced self-hypnosis and meditation. Even after all of this I knew deep down that my search had to continue. I kept searching for years and I kept running into dead ends.
After a series of partying too much, broken relationships, and financial roller coasters, I was brought to my knees in a moment of despair in September of 1995. This was one of those defining moments that people have. I was about to end things. I prayed to the God that I had suppressed all these years. The God whose voice I would constantly drown out when He was gently calling me to come home.
I got serious. More serious than I think I have ever been. I fell to my knees, and closed my eyes with my head bowed and said "God, if you are real, I need to know, and I need to know NOW"!
Then there was the familiar Voice (John 10:27). It said, "Open your eyes". I will never forget those words. Those words have influenced the rest of my life. I opened my eyes, and they landed on a Super Nintendo instruction booklet. Then the voice said, "Read the instructions".
Of course, God did not want me to become a super Nintendo expert! I knew what He meant as He said it. He wanted me to read the bible. “Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth” - BIBLE
From that moment on, I have been hungry about all things Jesus. I read the bible. I listen to the bible. I pray. I fast. I worship. I read books about the bible. I go to churches that are filled with the Holy Spirit. I seek people out who love to talk about Jesus. I cannot get enough of Jesus in my life.
Now I know The Way - The Way of a Supernatural God.
In conclusion, I must point out that as a very small child my Dad would pray with me at my bedside before I went to sleep. He would pray in the Name of Jesus.
Parents, pray with your children.
Proverbs 22:6 Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.