Carol says:

I suppose you could say that my salvation was supernatural also, but I really believe everyone’s salvation is, church or no church. I grew up Catholic, but left that instutution because of hypocricy. For a while I didn’t know if there was a God or not, although I was sure there was some sort of “super intelligence” out there somewhere. A few LSD trips later, I was seeking God in Eastern religions, and becoming very alienated and depressed (I was even considering suicide). One night, I picked up a Bible that had sat for a few years, unopened on my bookshelf, and randomly opened it to the 10 Commandments. As I read them, I realized that I had broken each and every one of them, and was overcome with sorrow. Here I was, trying to find God, and I had done everthing He said not to do. I knew I was headed for Hell. I cried out, “God, if you love me, you’ll save me.”, and a peace came over me immediately. I determined that the next morning I’d start eating right, doing my Yoga excercises, and even do that chanting which I hated. But the Lord had other plans for me. The next morning, He sent over a Christian woman who told me they were having a revival at her church, and did I want to go. When she said the word “revival”, it reverborated throughout my being, and I said yes. I heard the Word for the first time in my life that night, and answered an altar call. The next morning, I found myself on a freezing cold (it was Feb.), windy N.J. street corner, waiting for someone who was late in picking me up, and I began to grumble and curse and complain in my mind, when all of a sudden, the Holy Spirit said, “No! Don’t do that”. I have no idea how I knew it was the Holy Spirit, but I knew. The next night, I returned to that church and was baptized in the Holy Spirit (what happened then is an amazing and wonderful, supernatural story in itself). Long story short, I attended that church for about 6 months, when one day, the Holy Spirit told me to “come out of her, lest I be a partaker of her plagues”. That was in 1978. Over the years, I’ve attended a few groups and churches, but I would bet the total amount of time spent in all of them was less than 3 years. The Lord teaches me everything. I make a lot of mistakes, and when I do, He is always faithful to tap me on the shoulder and say, “This is the way. Walk ye in it.” He has never left me nor forsaken me.