Have you ever been touched by God in a way that made you cry and want to share His love with others?

Answer 1

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. This is my part testimony. There is far too much to tell it all... it needs a book!

My first meeting with God was aged eight, I met Him inside a coma lasting months. I awoke, because the ambulance transferring me from one hospital to another, hit a bump in the road. I didn't want to be here, I just wanted to go back to the place I'd just left.

A place, that was like no other place I've ever known before or since. Where love, and peace and joy, is so complete and pure, it affords us all the answers to all the questions, that you never knew you'd asked. It makes everything about us whole, and there is no feeling like it. Nothing in this life can ever match it.

It is the most non-judgemental love, forgiving and accepting, enveloping and safe, and without anybody telling me, I 'knew', I just 'knew', this was heaven, and I was in the arms of my Father, God.

Yet no one ever spoken in my home of God. Because, as I would learn much later, my dad was a serious atheist and mum was excommunicated from the Catholic Church, for marrying out. Religious believe, was a serious no go area in our home.

I already had a happy disposition as a child, despite being bullied at home by older siblings. But, that first meeting with God (of many more since) would ensure, not only that I kept my optimistic and trusting nature, throughout many more varied and serious personal trials to come, it would afford me Faith... that would last forever.

You see, though the 'place' visually faded from my mind's eye, though the physical world intervened again and hurt me often, God allowed me to keep the 'vivid memory of the feelings' I had on the instant I awoke. In effect, He afforded me, the 'memory of the reality', which is, far more real to me, than anything in this sphere to this day.

It did and does, still afford me the personal knowledge and certainty of God's existence, of His love for me, of His constant protection, of an invisible shield, that stays around me forever. And I have never doubted since, though believe me, there is a power that tests me, to try and make me doubt, always trying to destroy my faith. But it never will. Though it never misses a trick.

I am no one special. This shield is also yours to share.

My second experience of meeting God came through meeting Jesus, at age thirteen years. I was to discover exactly what the trilogy meant at a very young age. It was when I was asked by a friend to take her place teaching under fives at Sunday School one day, because she was away.

I had never been to sunday School, let alone understood what the heck it meant. But I went in and did what she had said to do, read the nativity story to them from the bible, then let them draw a picture, then gave them stick on stars.

But I was troubled, I didn't think I was qualified to do what I was doing, I felt a burden of responsibilty for the children's hearts, what if I had done it wrong.

I went home and pulled out the Bible that I'd never really read before (free school edition, supplied to all of us by the Gov back then) because, my Catholic Bible argued too much with C of E version when we had to do RE in class and read aloud. The teacher got fed up and was unable to answer my myriad questions about the differences. And, not least, I could not, would not, reconcile an angry old testament God, to the loving God I'd met. I was a rebel.

So, I stared at thirteen to read the story of the birth of Jesus, and I got caught inside His entire life, then through the whole of the New Testament, I couldn't put it down.

In between, when I had reached the crucifixion, I was on my knees in tears, wanting to be there, wanting to prevent it, angry, hurting, because this wonderful man had done such wonderful things and loved, even inhis dying, he forgave.

And this man suited my heart, he felt as I felt about everyone, yet He had the power to make miracles and then I realised, through my tears, through a peace that enveloped me as I knelt by my bedside, it was God, the same peace and revelation enclosed me, and I was made to know and feel and realise, that the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, are one and the same entity.

I would survive cruelty, beatings, illnesses and another serious road accident years later, and many other life threatening events and NDEs as well.

And every time, I called on him and He sent me back. I know the many times He sent me back, the many times he has astounded surgeons, who said that I should have died, who scratched their heads, when my body did the things it should not be able to do, in order to survive, was so that I should testify.

And that is what one to one, when other people despair, I testify what He does and did for me. I do not seek to convert, that is His territory, I merely open up a mind to possibility. The rest is between you and your creator.

I move away and leave you to it.

Even when at times I don't want to do it, when I hide away, God sends me where, or others where, we have no choice but to cross our paths. one example is a girl who tried the Samaritans in 1989, and somehow called my number by mistake. I apologised and put the 'phone down, then realised she was in dire need of help, and beat myself for not helping her, worried about her for a week and then, the she rang again, wweirdly, exactly as she had before and word for word, the same mistaken number and tearful cry for help.

I kept her talking, made her come to my home, which my partner thought was seriously dangerous and stupid. We spent four hours in discussion, as my young son played in another room, and this hyper active kid (AS) who never let me alone to talk in peace with visitors, somehow never once intruded and was perfect in behavour, affording me the time to help this young woman.

I listened to her self hatred as she spilled out her heart and I hurt for her so much, Ialso learned she had tried suicide three times, she had the scars to prove it. she thought I was a rich snob, because of the way I spoke, so I had to help her understand I had also made seriius mistakes. In that four hours, through my life ex[perience and mistakes and God's intrusion and protection, she was helped.

No, not to be a Christian, but to want to live. Some weeks later, she passed me by, taller in her shoes, neater in her clothes, smarter in her attitude and so self assured. she was laughing too. My son shouted out her name, but I stopped him, because she didn't need us anymore, I have learned the time to be there and the time to step aside.

God had a purpose for both of us that day, we were meant to meet and I am merely a channel and a witness to His love.

These things keep onhappening in my life, so I have no choice, but to share my personal past, to help others want to live. To open their minds to the possibility, that they too are truly special and loved by, God the Father.

I have no set religion as I am somewaht of a rebel, because most do not accept the psychic medium in me, the gift I woke from coma with.

In ancestry I inherit from lapsed Catholic, CofE and Quaker, the latter through which, we are blood descendents of William Penn and George Fox. I was once told by an aunt, that I inherit my beliefs from the Quakers. Yet I've never set foot inside their Meeting Houses and have no idea how they conduct services.

I cut out the middle man of church and pastor, always have, and go straight to the top, you shoould try it, it's brilliant;-)

I do not attend services, because I dislike indoctrination (I metaphorically tipped the tables over and closed a church once) because the hiararchy comprised one family with controlling such ways and seriously judgemental attitudes it split the congregation down the middle. I'd married into them and refused to conform.

They resented my faith, me being myself, being free to speak personally about and with God, without their take on it. Their Holy huddles as I called them, consisted of men keeping control and women bbe serfs. I told other members, to feel and trust God''s love, not man's, and not to fear Him as a judge as men said, but love him and share their love with others. My absolute faith unnerved them, my lack of need to be indoctrinated irritated them, this small group wanted me out, yet, I had filled an almost empty church. They drove me out, in ways to detailed to explain, and sadly, the church closed it;s doors forever, because the congregation didn't go back when I was gone.

This troubled me immensely, because that wasn't what I'd wanted. No one person is above the faith we share, only God the Father is in charge.

So ever since, I've stayed away from churches and chosen to share my life experiences in written words and on a one to one personal basis, about the truth and love God has for all.

I can and do love everyone, because this is what meeting God affords us strength to do. I always have, and I always will afford everyone the benefit of trust. If they break that trust, hurt or abuse me, it doesn't change the way I feel or think of them, I pray harder for them, and hope for their sake, they will change inside.

I am very much life learned and aware of evil. I loved everyone before it happened... I mean, the accident that took me to God's presence, starting underneath the wheels of a Tarmac lorry that ran me over on a crossing and dragged me under the back axel for half a mile uphill in 1958.

This was not the first NDE, and it was not to be the last. That same year, I'd only recently recovered from double pneumonia, where I'd been given three hours to live at the outside. All told, I spent over a year in hospital with those two events.

And He used me in there too, since I volunteered to spend most days reading to a girl trapped in an Iron Lung, because she'd contracted polio and was permanantly disabled. As I hobbled to be near her inside splints, when the nurses tried to get me to lie down, I just knew, there but for the grace of God...........

this was not meant to be this long and now, i habe no time to edit it... as I said before, it will take a book, likely a trilogy!

Answer 2

Yes, many times.
( I have been a Christian my whole life) I had stopped going to church for about 2 years and when I started to go back, I kinda felt like a hypocrite for worshiping God. Not that I didn't want to, but because I felt like I hadn't been in church for 2 years, what gives me the right to walk in and act like I never left. Do you understand that? Anyway, one Sunday God was really moving and I started crying and felt like a burden had been lifted from me, and that it was alright to worship and I shouldn't feel like I don't have the right. It is hard to explain. Anyway, needless to say, I felt so much better, and I know it was God that made me feel like that.
That is only one example of how God has moved in my life. He is wonderful and if you believe, it is amazing the things he will do for you.

Answer 3

Aye, when He scored with a sweet, sweet volley from outside the area in the FA Cup 4th round against Wimbledon. It was at Selhurst Park, where He was later to share His love, in the form of a karate kick to the chest, with Matthew Simmonds...

Answer 4

Yes.
When l listened to the true story of Joni Earkson Tada and saw her in her wheelchair,twisted,paralysed from the neck down,with small withered hands and the most GORGEOUS smile you've ever seen.
She described how real God's love was to her and how she had learned not to focus on her problems but on His greatness....
And how she had found fulfilment in being able to minister to others despite her condition.
Seeing such courage and true beauty humbled me and God touched me in my spirit and made me realise that life is all about service -to God ,and to my fellow men,as He sheds His love abroad in our hearts ,by the Holy Ghost.

Answer 5

What an awesome question. I'm sorry you're getting so many idiotic answers.

Yes, it's happened to me several times. It's funny, because when I look back through my life, I see His work in several places when I had yet to find my faith. I tend to only share His love with others that I know won't look at me like I'm psychotic, however, unless they ask me.

Answer 6

So you were an alterboy too then??? (hey quilt4joe .... just cause you're a holyjo believer doesnt mean every1 is .... doesnt your precious bible say never to judge people .... oh wait I forgot .... dam Christians are very selective about what they preach and put into practice .... so before you start goofing at others take a look at yourself first .... yours sincerely .... lucifers long lost pet monkey) ..... have a nice day :-D

Answer 7

Something guided my shoe towards a large dog turd this morning which made me want to cry. I trod it into work so I could share it with others.

Answer 8

How would you know it was God that touched you anyhow? Not everything that happens to us in life is God's will. If it were, then that would make him a despot. I'm a believer myself, but I'm not stupid and gullible.

Answer 9

Yes the day I became a Christian, I wasn't one before I felt God's presence, then I couldn't deny his existence.

Answer 10

too many times - when i have just reached a dead end and he gently picks me up and puts me back on the right path. I guess he does that because I believe in him :)

Answer 11

no because there is no such thing as god,if there is why are really bad things happening all over the world,wheres god for all that