Since Christianity relies on the testimony of witnesses for its proof, let me add my testimony to those of the millions who have gone before me.

For as far back as I can remember I have always known that God existed. But his existence usually did not mean anything to me. He was a God who existed way out there somewhere. He had little to do with me and I had little to do with him. The few times I realized that God may actually be close to me and watching what I was doing scared me. I remember times as a child when I would cover myself up with my blanket, hoping God could not see me under it and knowing full well that he could. If God had appeared to me then, I probably would have run from him, never to come back. Knowing this, God wooed me to him by gradually revealing himself to me….