Found Salvation In Prison He Later Heard God’s Voice Encouraging Him

Charles shared his miracle story with me via email on May 30th. He had multiple supernatural encounters with God, which started when he first read the gospel in prison and became a Christian. Later, in his time of need, he heard the voice of God encouraging him.

Hello, my name is Charles C. I’m 28 years old and live in Cleveland County, Oklahoma. I heard this is a platform that talks about miraculous events. Elohim and Jesus Christ have done mighty deeds for me! I have two events specifically, yet I’ll only tell you one for now. Plus, this is the type of ministry I want to be involved with.

1. My born-again experience: I was a 14-year-old drug addict, violent and depressed teen. I considered myself a logical person—”see it to believe it” kind of person. My mother, seeing me going down a terrible path, got me admitted into a troubled youth facility called Southern Plains in Norman, OK.

Three months in, no change—just waiting to get out so I could do the same things. I got into a fight with staff and had to sit alone in a hallway by myself for 4 days. They ended up taking everything away from me because of self-harm and drawing demons.

On the second day, I went to my spot with nothing there but a Bible. I thought, “Well, I can’t sit here the next 3 days doing nothing,” so I started reading—not expecting to get anything from it. I had tried the Bible once before but couldn’t understand or receive anything from it. I skimmed through Genesis, Exodus, Isaiah, Psalms, but I couldn’t believe or understand the claims/miracles.

Finally, I got to Luke’s account of Jesus Christ. I read the whole account in one sitting. At the end, it clicked. These people really saw all these signs He did. So I said in my heart, “I believe He did these miracles!” Instantly, something started moving through my body—felt like energy/power—then everything got three times brighter like a light shining out of me. Last, an unexplainable joy came over me. It was amazing.

The rest of the day was a blur, but after that, I was completely changed! Everything bad left me (anger, wrath, depression, desire for drugs, lust). A new person. So much so, everyone I knew kept asking what happened to me. I just relayed the story back.

I lived like that for a year—free in Christ. But of course, the story doesn’t end there. I have more to tell. Let me know if you want to hear more. I’d love to tell you what Messiah Yeshua has done in my life.

Here’s the second testimony: Even though I was born again at 14, I didn’t submit myself to Christ. Reminds me of the 10 lepers that got cleansed—9 left and never thanked Him. I took the blessing and went on living life.

So after a year, my friend moved back to town. After not seeing each other for a year, I thought, “Might as well check on him.” I went over there after a year of freedom in Christ and got tangled in sin again—through a girl I liked who pressured me to get high. Everything went downhill. I was worse than before!

Another year passed. Drinking at a friend’s house along with 5 other peers, the subject of God gets brought up. My peers started bashing God, asking, “If He’s real, why all the suffering?” I didn’t know the Bible well enough to answer that. Yet I had this encounter and I knew He’s real. This ticked me off, so I snuck out onto my friend’s roof alone.

I challenged God, looking to the sky, asking, “Why do bad things happen? Why do I let them say these things about You?” When I got no response, I cursed Him, saying every evil word I knew. I demanded three signs:

1. If You’re real, show me a sign. Nothing.

2. Say something. I heard nothing.

3. Strike me down. Nothing.

After 15 minutes, I went back inside. Halfway through the window, I said, “That’s what I thought.” Oh, how I didn’t know what would come next!

Seven days later, right when the sun had set, a friend and I were walking down the street. He had beef with a guy, but I thought nothing of it. A car came down the street with that guy in it—not knowing he was on PCP. I walked up to the back passenger seat to defend my friend. The guy rolled down the window, reached out of the car, put a pistol a foot away from my face, and pulled the trigger! I said to myself, “I’m dead.”

Everything went black. I felt something hot in my stomach. I opened my eyes on the ground. The car was speeding off and my friend, in shock, asked if I was okay. He ran to get help down the street. I hopped up but found out real quick that I was shot—later learned it hit my gallbladder, kidney, and lower intestines. I was hunched over, barely able to take half steps.

I forgot about what I’d said, wasn’t thinking about God in that moment. Only two thoughts came to mind: my short life, and how worried my mother would be. As soon as I thought about my mother…

A Man’s Voice Full of Power and Authority spoke from my right side. His voice was like multiple waterfalls crashing into each other! So powerful I could feel His voice hitting my skin!

I looked to my right and the voice was speaking from thin air, right above a house!
He said: “Do not worry. Everything will be okay. Move forward. Don’t look back!”

I was dumbfounded and in awe. He spoke with such sureness that I believed what He said and kept walking. All I could take were baby steps, but I walked a block—until my friends came out, put me in a car, and took me to the hospital.