God's Presence

From: Logan (iliempt@hotmail.com)
Story type: Angel
Location: School
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Thu Apr 21 23:46:51 2011

My name is Logan, I am currently in grade 9. I go to a Christian school where every week there are chapel's we attend where we can worship God. I think I was the only skeptic in the entire class, I studied basic phsycology and evolutionary biology. I thought there was a God but I wasn't sure. Anyway, we were sitting in Chapel. This was yesterday, we reflected upon ourselves personally. There was light music playing in the background, and as I looked around I noticed everyone was praying or either staring into one spot without blinking, just reflecting. Suddenly, I felt some sort of presence in the room. I was so surprised, I felt a strange feeling. It was strange, but good. As if there was something in the room, but it was invisible and moving through me. It felt as if something weird was in my bloodstream, flowing throughout my body. As I felt that, I started to cry. Not because I was scared, nervous, or sad. It was odd, I don't know why I was starting to cry, it was a weird cry. I felt sorry because I didn't relize all of the things God has helped me through before. God has visited me more than just this one time.

I went to a leadership trip with my school last year, although I was a Christian at the time. We listened to a speaker named Mr. Mannes. There was a chapel service every single day, as well as different courses we could take that had to do with theology. Anyway, at one point in during the chapel service, I felt the exact same feeling - God's precense. I didn't cry at that time, I was just so amazed. My mind was in awe, I was just so happy. I prayed alot, but eventually over time I lost my faith once again.

One year ago, I was interested in Satanism. Not that I wanted to become a Satanist, I just wanted to see exactly what Satanists believe in. I looked at how to summon different demons and Devils and what not, but I never tried to summon them, I was too scared. I looked up all of this information on the anti-Christ, Satan, and fallen angels. A few nights later, the same subject got brought up between me and my buddy Samson. We spoke about our oppinions on the subject, and we agree'd that Satan existed.

Samson told me that one day he was hanging out with his friends longboarding one night, and as he walked home, him and his friends heard a devilish shreak. Oddly enough, one day (a different night, about a week later) I heard the exact same shreak. I don't know if this connects to anything, but it was a strange experience.

Another night, about an even week later, I had the most terrible experience ever. I felt some sort of being in my room, a scary being. I was too scared to get out of my bed, I just laid underneath my covers. I had a rosery in my room, and it was under my pillow. I grabbed it and prayed because I was scared. I was sweating, literally. After I prayed, the feeling slightly went away. Over time, it eventually went away. Ever since, I never thought or studied Satanism again.

God Bless, Christ is real. I assure you.