A decade later, I became a Christian.

How he purged the voices in my head telling me I was worthless.

When I fled the hippie scene, I never imagined how God’s Word would speak to me on board.

The prison ID’ed the wrong man. But the mistake was powerfully revealing.

I was dressed for burial when he gave me a mission to proclaim his name.

At a moment of crisis, my drive to excel seemed increasingly pointless.

He made himself real at a moment of intense spiritual fear.

How God rescued me from a life of getting whacked.

Until a chance encounter with my mom’s old Bible opened my eyes.

As a militant Muslim, I never expected to have any dealings with Christians, much less to befriend them.

After escaping the Khmer Rouge with my siblings, I learned who had been protecting me all along.

A serious drug arrest had darkened my horizon. But a sweet, soft voice whispered words of hope.

First came Vietnam, then drug addiction. Somehow, God helped me survive.

Abortion seemed like the obvious answer—until I met the Lord of life.

I was a narcotics officer on the brink of suicide when God began his mighty healing work.

I bounced from home to home before finding the Father my heart yearned for.

How an Iranian teenager found Christ and launched a mission to equip persecuted believers.

I was on the verge of making a fortune, but I couldn’t stop dwelling on a conversation about religion.

My books and courses brought fame and fortune. Now I’m begging people to ignore what I taught.