Religious people: what devine interventions have you had in your life?

Question

and how could you tell that coincidence had nothing to do with it? Why is it certain to you that there is a God? Would that 'evidence' also be convincing to someone else?

I wonder if you can convince me (try hard, because nobody's ever succeeded yet)

Thanks, many beautiful stories here... I'm giving thumbs up because I know it can take a lot of courage writing all this personal stuff - I'ld give you best answer, but there can only be one best answer...

Thanks to everybody so far!

Answer 1

There is no convincing someone whom is already convinced. Somebody once said, "A man convinced against his will is of the same opinion still." But, here's a couple of good stories for you -- of when I was little:

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This story occurred when I was about 3 years old -- around the 1958-9 time frame.
We were born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana.
We were all Seventh-Day Adventists -- except for my father.
My father's mother was an Adventist, and my mother's mother was an Adventist.
I am the third of three boys and I have a younger sister.
We boys are each 1 year and 4 months apart.
My sister is 2 years and 2 months younger than myself.
My father was an alcoholic, so we kids effectively grew up without a father as he spent much more time drunk than sober.
Also as a result, I guess you could say we Clark children were a bit of a wild bunch -- even from our very young days.
I wouldn't say we were so much disobedient as we were undisciplined -- not that we didn't receive our share of spankings, mind you.
In this case we, of course, had been warned time and time again about jumping on the beds.
Well, I guess kids will be kids: but I do remember jumping on the bed with my two brothers.
I also remember getting tired and sitting down on the bed to rest.
Unfortunately, that is the last I remember of that day.
Apparently, I either sat down backwards off the edge of the bed or, upon sitting down, I got bounced backwards off the edge of the bed.
On the floor, where I fell, a metal, toy tractor was lying on its side and its metal axle was sticking out, and up, about two inches above the tractor.
I, of course, was falling head-first and the back of my head landed full on that metal axle.
My mother was not in the room, of course, but she tells me that when she picked me up off of the floor that toy tractor came up off the floor with me.
It dangled from the back of my head and my mother had to help support my head because of the unaccustomed weight of it on the back of my head.
She also tells me she tried to pull it off my head but could not budge it.
I was taken to the hospital and emergency surgery was performed.
The axle had penetrated the skin just above the base of my skull and had slid a couple of inches along my skull before it finally punctured the bones of my skull.
Thus, a V-shaped gash was torn in my skin and the bone puncture had not been a clean one.
Basically, my skull collapsed like ice on the surface of water when you push down on it with the tip of your finger.
When the edges of the bone had depressed far enough, the axle passed between them and that is why it could not be easily removed.
If trying to manually remove the axle, it would bind against the edges of the bones as they tried to come back together.
Thus, it is called a "depressed skull fracture."
The surgeon told my mother that, during surgery, they found the end of the metal axle had been rubbing against the Dura.
The Dura is the membrane in which the brain and its fluid are contained.
The surgeon said I was very lucky because if that membrane had been punctured, I would have either had brain damage or suffered death.
We know, of course, that it wasn't luck at all -- it was providence. God had protected me.

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This story occurred when I was about 8 years old -- around the Jan-Feb 1964 time frame.
We were born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana.
We were all Seventh-Day Adventists -- except for my father.
My father's mother was an Adventist, and my mother's mother was an Adventist.
I am the third of three boys and I have a younger sister.
We boys are each 1 year and 4 months apart.
My sister is 2 years and 2 months younger than myself.
This was winter in New Orleans -- the coldest in recent times -- all of 29 degrees above zero -- but, don't forget, this is New Orleans.
My father was an alcoholic, so we kids effectively grew up without a father as he spent much more time drunk than sober.
Also as a result, I guess you could say we Clark children were a bit of a wild bunch -- even from our very young days.
I wouldn't say we were so much disobedient as we were undisciplined -- not that we didn't receive our share of spankings, mind you.
In this case we, of course, had been warned time and time again to first get dressed in the mornings before going to get warmed up by a heater.
My father actually woke us up that morning and reiterated to get dressed first before going to get warmed up by a heater.
Well, we weren't used to be told what to do by this man whom was supposed to be our father.
I, at least, immediately went into the bathroom to get warmed up by the little heater there.
This is a time when the heaters were little porcelain-covered metal cabinets with a gas-fired heating element inside of them.
This is also a time before flannel was treated to be fire-retardant.
Thus, while standing there next to the heater, I noticed the edge of my flannel nightgown drifting back and forth in the waves of heat emanating from the heater.
At one point, I saw the edge of my flannel nightgown drift right up to and touch the grill (the vent holes) at the top of the heater.
I also saw that when my flannel nightgown next drifted away from the heater, I saw a tiny, bright flame attached to the edge of my flannel nightgown.
I wasn't afraid, at first. I reached down and tried to put out the tiny flame between my two hands.
It burned my hands, because it had gotten bigger, and I let go of it.
Now it had gotten out of control and was starting to burn my legs.
I started yelling, screaming, and dancing rapidly up and down with alternate pumping of my legs and arms.
The flames proceeded up my legs and to my chest and moved around to my back, too.
I had also danced, screaming, out into the hallway around which fours rooms opened and the half-circle grand staircase from the first floor landed.
I remember seeing my two brothers and my sister standing at the bedroom door watching me.
I don't remember if they were also screaming for daddy.
I next remember seeing my six-foot tall dad come flying up the stairs about six at a time (I guess).
Without hesitating, he grabbed me, threw me to the floor, started rolling me back and forth, and slapping at the flames with his bare hands.
Well, I'm here today, so suffice it to say that he succeeded in putting out the flames.
However, he did burn both hands and badly bruised his knees when he dropped to the bare wooden floor beside me as I burned.
I, also, had burns -- first, second, and third degree burns of both legs, my chest, and my back.
My left leg burns also got infected, so that left a large scar while all other burns healed without noticeable mark.
I've been told I was very lucky that morning for it was about the only time my father hadn't gone out drinking the night before.
If he had, I would have died for he would have been in too much of a drunken stupor to hear me that morning...
and my mother didn't get home from her night-duty nursing job until about three hours later -- at which time she also took me to the hospital.
We know, of course, that it wasn't luck at all -- it was providence. God had protected me.

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Answer 2

Every time I take a breath, my heart beats, the world continues to turn, the sun dosn't go supernova, an asteroid dosn't hit the earth destroying it, my cointinuance of logical thought without a brain anurism, everything that coincides so perfectly to keep not only my body (a rather complex system) but the entire universe in motion. You see every second of every persons life is a divine intervention by God just allowing us to be. I would try and convince you but you are carrying a defensive mind set and so any attempts to convince you will fall on deaf ears. You may hear but you will not listen because your heart is closed. Open it up and see what happens.

Answer 3

I have no interest in convincing you of the existence of a god, mostly because I like atheists and agnostics, it's better in the end to be objective :)

But I can tell you of my experience. Ever heard of a "god-smack"? Well I had a a "goddess-smack" one day many years ago. I was hopelessly searching for my place in the world and stumbled across a little known (at that time) religion called Paganism. No one ever had any answers for me and all other religions, especially main stream monotheistic religions, felt really wrong. Well after reading and learning about earth-centered religions I finally felt like I was home. Everything I had already believed growing up actually had a name. That in itself was pretty profound.

Other than that, the day I met my goddess was pretty moving as well. I had been studying lots of cultures, and deities, etc. (cause that's what Pagans do) and had found myself attracted to a particular goddess. Well, I kept convincing myself that she was not meant to be my patron because I just liked her because I thought she was cool. Little did I know that that was how initial communication was done, through empathy. You have to like someone before you are going to be willing to devote yourself them, duh.

I "know" divinity is out there, as many people do. But if you want to be skeptical I say stay that way! You will either add an objective opinion to the pot or one day find your self "god-smacked", but no one else can do that for you.

Answer 4

I'm living one right now. If you have the Holy Spirit within you you would be able to understand my story..but since you are not convinced that these interventions exist..I will share it with someone who will give God the Glory for it.

Nice try..but these things are too sacred to be thumbed down by non believers.

Answer 5

God once stopped an entire church service in the middle of a song so that I could receive a personal prophesy from someone I didn't even know that had to do with a very specific issue I was facing at the time. Those words were the most freeing I'd ever heard. But you know.. It's not my job to convince you. And I refuse to waste any of my time trying.

Answer 6

It's not my own Divine intervention. Actually, this one's from my mom's. There was a time when she and my dad we're on the way home from work when their brakes suddenly stopped working. Most unfortunately, the road that they were presently in was a high-sloped one, so there they went, sliding. Both of them were really scared. They even allowed the idea that that was their LAST ride. But then, the car suddenly stopped. Dad was shocked because he didn't pull any brakes. Both of them looked up to discover that the car had stopped directly in front of a large statue of the Virgin Mary.

:)

Answer 7

I think many of us believe the divine had something to do with events in our lives, but of course it's not proveable to anyone else. My husband and I both asked the gods to help us find a person to love who would love us for who we are, and we found each other shortly after. Also, I had been doing tarot readings that told me a man was coming into my life. I thought it meant my ex would be coming back to me, but I now believe it meant I would be meeting my now-husband. You may call it silly, but I believe it. I'm not too concerned that you are convinced or not, since it's about us.

Answer 8

to respond to your question, no longer unavoidably. You modern some exciting good judgment. yet from what i've got seen, you're additionally leaving something out: you for sure modern people as searching for some variety of rational prepared clarification for their universe. jointly as that would not instruct the universe is rational or prepared, it additionally begs the question of why they could assume that for the time of any respect. in case you close up your eyes and throw sticks into the air, you do no longer assume it to instruct right into a house; why could a gaggle of random atoms all of sudden become something much extra logically arranged. in case you rather have faith that that's a consequence of time and possibility, you ought to below no situations open yet another can of nutrition. Zillions of canned nutrition has been produced over the years, and based on an identical good judgment, a minimum of one in all them must be showing signs and indicators of life, or a minimum of a few variety of evolution. people "invent" faith for extra complicated motives than "i think of it could actually be that way, so consequently that's." (besides the undeniable fact that, I do concede some human beings do) while actuality contradicts what in many circumstances could happen, this is a demonstration in line with possibility something extra beneficial-uncomplicated did. life in any respect contradicts the actual rules till something can contravene those rules on party. As one guy or woman stated "if purely no longer something Has ever existed, purely no longer something ought to ever exist." So till you're waiting to redefine your self as "no longer something," something else happen.

Answer 9

When i was seven, I had a horrible ear infection. A month of eardrops, and it just got worse and worse. I couldn't hear anything. The Doctors all said that I was going to lose my hearing. one night, I couldn't sleep because it hurt too bad. My Dad gave me one blessing, and five minutes later my ear feels fine. The infection started healing at a remarkable pace after that.
The Doctors-scientists, of sorts-were amazed.

Answer 10

i know Jesus takes care of me because the way some things fall into place. For example one day my mother told me to pray for i want in a guy, i was a bit doubtful but tried it. So i prayed for russian, virgin, nice. those were the 3 things i wanted in that moment but i never had encountered a russian. 2 weeks after i made this prayer, i met a guy who had those 3 things. He was russian, virgin and nice and we have now been together for 7 years.
We have problems like every relationship but I love him so much and i never forget that prayer and i feel so happy to have him in my life and hope to have him in it forever.
this is just one story to show that Jesus exists,
and he does listen to our prayers even when we think he doesn't and he protects us even when we didnt ask to be protected.

Answer 11

There have been so many, I couldn't even begin. Important thing is that I KNOW and I'M CONVINCED. When it's between you and God, YOU KNOW!