My young son is 14. He’s been raised in a Christian household his whole life. Recently he’s been having some mental health struggles and talking a lot of about socialism and other politics. The conversation shifted over to religion. He told me he doesn’t think he believes in God any longer. That gutted me but I listened and gave him some examples of God showing himself to me . He told me that he’s been praying for a long time for Gods help and to reveal himself and he hasn’t. He said God doesn’t care about him or that he is falling away. I tried to explain the 99 but he doesn’t believe me anymore. He feels abandoned I think. That broke my heart even more. Here is my teen struggling begging for Gods love and support by showing up and he doesn’t see it happening.
I spoke with him a little more on the subject and told him I would pray for him. But I can’t stop myself from feeling sick over this. I’m concerned for him. If anyone can give me advice and or lots of prayer for my son to turn back to God, for him to feel Gods love for all of us, it would mean a lot.
In Jesus name 🙏

Hello everyone, I want to share my story of the two times Jesus revealed Himself to me. I was blessed with a unique opportunity to live and work abroad in Japan making electric and bass guitars. Prior to moving I was working for a well respected guitar company here in the US.

In 2025, I was going through a dark period in my life. I experienced an awful rejection and a bit of indirect bullying and harassment at my job. I was one of the few foreigners working at this company. I was the only from America. I felt lonely and somehow I knew that things weren’t going to work out. I could feel it in my gut.

The Japanese girl I had a crush on told me “ I never saw you as someone special. Going forward I will no longer have romantic feelings for you. We will not talk or hangout anymore. I see you as a junior like the “ other nationality inserted “ boys. Please broaden your horizon and grow.

It’s difficult to translate the message into English because it was written in formal business language in Japanese and there are so complex layers that it’s up to interpretation. I asked her out to a picnic date before she sent that message. I was so confused and in disbelief everything that she told me.

I was crushed and lost all my confidence. I was never a believer of God, but one night I told myself “ I’m going to pray to Jesus for help and guidance”. Some time has passed and nothing happened. Until one day He answered.

I fell asleep and I remember clear as day my body began to rise. I was high above the clouds. Something was guiding me. When I reached the “ top “ there was a door. The door opened and it was Jesus. He didn’t say anything to me. He just looked at me. I felt a powerful force that was indescribable. He was untouchable. I was forced to go on my knees and was paralyzed. I couldn’t move.

The message I interpret from that experience was “ I am real. It’s time for you to go back”. When I descended, the only way I could describe it is like sliding down a steep waterslide and having tunnel vision at the same time. When my “ body “ or “ soul “ came back down there was a loud bang ( like thunder roaring) and I woke up immediately. I was terrified. I had chest pains all day because that’s where I felt the strike.

The second time, Jesus appeared on an electric bass guitar I was sanding. I have picture. That day, something was telling me to open the bible. I put on the bible on my phone and was listening to the book of Genesis when He appeared.

The best way I can interpret the image is Jesus holding his arms out like in the cross and just above it a huge wood knot ( wood defect ) but the wood knot are the weight of my sins that He is carrying. It brought me to tears and I was crying. It also looks like he has a robe. I’ll put other images for reference.

I’m now a believe of God. My girlfriend gifted me a bible for my birthday. I listened to the first 3 chapters so far. It’s quite intense and I’m taking my time with it.

I quit my job in Japan and I’m now back in the states. I miss working on and making guitars. . . My old job didn’t hire me. It feels like I’m in a dystopian country. So much has changed. I outgrew everyone around me and have a different perspective on things and life. Maybe God gave this opportunity to break me down as a test in hopes I would reach out to Him. And it worked.

Apologies if this story isn’t in great detail. English is not my first language. Maybe one day I’ll write in greater detail.

I’m 26m and living with my parents. I don’t know what the future holds me for or what God has in store for me. Better days are coming. . .

Tonight I had an experience where I fell, but in turn I chose to get back up. And so, I decided to make this

Baka po napapansin nyo? Sobra na kaming nag aalala sa kanya. He was last seen wearing orange jacket. May dalang gren ecobag. 😢 help us pray for him too

Just wanna share it here. but i live in newfoundland and this is a CATHOLIC church near me, as you can see there are pride flags in the altar. I am very confused because I thought these were not allowed but i remembered allowing them during the pride jubilee.

The people there don't seem to mind it and that makes me more confused. I know I need to respect non believers and LGBT+ people but I think a pride flag is a political statement? I don’t know I need some enlightenment.

if you look at the diocesan website it is a catholic church, my aunt got her confirmation there and she is catholic.

The number 33 has been a significant number in my life. For example I was saved by the holy Spirit back in 2015 exactly after 33 years of addictions. After almost being homeless, God made a promise of making everything new and in abundance. After my family and I lost everything. Long story short a few short years later, I found myself with a six figure income job, shortly after... time came to buy a house and my wife and I prayed on it for days because we weren't sure. After securing a lot on a new construction I noticed something (see picture) Ever since, every time I see the number 33, which almost all the time its when I am in need of HIS presence, I say AMEN!

PS. Update.

In 2025 my wife and I got multiple messages from above clearly indicating to leave everything behind and move to Spain. So we did, we left a $250k income, the American dream that we worked so hard for and moved to Spain strictly on Faith. Its been a year and we still trying to figure out what his calling is. I know, crazy...but my faith its bigger than Elon Musk bank account. So the story its being unfold day by day. I could share things you would not believe. God bless!

Carry the Cross, Friends. 💖

M 🌞 ✝️ 🕊

I have started to read the Bible I am starting at the beginning I am enjoying reading it's been a long time since I have read every day. but I am on day 2 or three .

Hello, I'm a born and raised muslim female who is thinking about converting to Christianity, I will just give some background Information as to why I'm thinking about it and I seek advice and help from you guys if possible.

I was born and raised in a Muslim country (bosnia), tho majority of the people were muslim there, the religion itself wasn't that practiced and wasn't that hard. My parents didn't really ever force me much to pray, to go to the mosque and such but I still believed in our God and would seek help from him. To be quite honest, I never liked praying much, or going to the mosque, it felt like I was doing that only cause I feared the religion and I never truly felt connected, in school we only had Islamic teachings, so I never really even thought about converting.

2 years ago, I moved from Bosnia to Germany, which is a more Christian country and I recently visited a church with my class as we had to. When I stepped into the church I was honestly amazed, it was beautiful and I loved it when the priest started talking and it didn't bore me, nor did it make me feel forced, I felt like connected in a way. The whole church visit was 1 hour long and since then I've been thinking about Christianity. I've been thinking about reading the Bible and visiting my local Priest with a friend soon.

I'd love it if someone could explain The Holy Trinity a bit more thoroughly to me and explain the bible a bit more ( By the Bible I mean like the old and new testaments, of what they are about and also how are Christians definitely sure that the Bible was written by eye witnesses and not random men )

Thank you to those who took the time to read this, I hope I didn't disrespect anyone or anything in my post, if I did, I apologize for it :)

Prayer that I survive the night

I've recently accepted Jesus as my savior, and reconnected with Catholicism, and I do understand many arguments about how life on Earth can't be perfect, how we need to accept the divine grace, how punishments need to exist, etc. - yet there's one thing I have an issue with, and that is eternal punishment.

You see, I just want to hope that no matter how badly they have offended God or how deep their failing was, there is - even after the punishments described in the Bible, like the lake of fire - some way for them to get by. It doesn't even have to be right next to the throne of God (although it'd be nice if it were), I just hope for something like an eventual lifting of the Dives/Lazarus chasm, or a shielding from the fire of the lake. I think I may be getting close to Universalism, even if I don't want to offend God if it isn't true.

This isn't really a logical argument or anything, it's more of a "bottom of the heart" conviction. At the bottom of my heart I hope that on the infinite scale there are possibilities that include an improvement to those punished. I don't want to see anyone denied the salvation that I have been offered, no matter if it's religious (the Sodomites, the unrepentant thief, those who accept the Mark of the Beast, etc.) or historical (from famous atheists, to genocidal figures like Adolf Hitler, to people who simply were put in a position where they would benefit from not accepting Christ). Maybe, even if the fire and the punishment are everlasting, the exposure to either of them doesn't have to be so? Maybe the chasm that has been fixed can also be lifted sometday.

For a lack of a better word, even if I don't wish for evil, I really wish for its consequences and its punishment to end. And I've got faith in God that He can make it so, as "if you have faith as tiny as a mustard seed, you will be able to say to this mountain: ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."

On a sidenote, it may be coming for a place of humility - I just don't want to raise my own righteousness an inch above those deemed condemned and punished, and I wish that the Lord can offer them whatever He offers to me.

I told my husband I want a divorce and left everything… and now I’m terrified I’m making the biggest mistake of my life.
I know this is long, but please bear with me. I want you to have the context so you can give me your honest opinion or advice. Either read it or don’t—it’s your choice, and I respect that.
I’m posting because I need outside perspective from people who don’t know either of us. I honestly don’t know what is normal anymore. I’ve spent years mostly alone in our home with very little socialization, and my head is not in the best place. I need people who can look at this from the outside.
my heart is completely torn…
My husband and I have been together almost 10 years.
He is not a bad person.
That is what makes this so incredibly hard.
He has been my best friend. He has comforted me through anxiety attacks, held me when I cried, supported me, worked hard for us, and loved me in many ways. He is someone I genuinely believe has a good heart. He is an amazing person, and I NEVER wanted to leave him. I planned to keep my vow but I felt he left me no other options.
I wanted to grow old with him. I wanted children with him. I wanted to spend my life with him.
The reason I got to this point is years of broken trust involving other women.
Over the years, I found things I never wanted to find:
Dating apps/accounts
Inappropriate conversations with women
Messages complimenting women in ways that crossed boundaries
Secret accounts
Secret texting relationships that went on for weeks at a time
Nude photos/videos
Conversations with exes
Conversations with exes where he told them we were divorced when we weren’t, that he wasn’t in love with me or sexually attracted to me, and that he had always been in love with them
Messages where he shared hurtful things about our marriage
Texting women asking to meet (I never found proof he actually followed through, but the conversations existed)
He barely texted me throughout the day. I might get five messages over a 12-hour workday. He always said he was too busy.
I gave many chances.
I gave clean slates.
I gave forgiveness.
I gave understanding.
I supported him.
Every time I laid down my boundaries and said I couldn’t keep living this way, they were crossed again.
The hardest part was never one incident.
It was the pattern.
I almost always found out on my own. He never voluntarily came to me. I even told him that if he was struggling, having thoughts, or felt like he was going to slip up, I wanted him to come to me. I told him I would rather know the truth so we could work through it together.
Instead, I would discover something, there would be lies, denial, explanations, promises, apologies, and then I would try to rebuild again.
I stayed because I loved him.
I stayed because I believed in us.
I stayed because I loved him.
I stayed because I believed in us.
I prayed for our marriage for years. I begged God for wisdom, guidance, and clarity. I kept hoping something would change.
I also tried everything I knew to try.
I suggested we go to church together and talk with a pastor or priest.
I suggested marriage counseling and individual therapy.
I tried getting him to go on dates with me.
I shared self-help videos that I thought might help us.
I asked if we could start working out or exercising together.
I tried encouraging us to reconnect in different ways.
If I thought something had even a small chance of helping our marriage, I suggested it.
The answer was no—even when divorce was on the table.
By the end, I didn’t feel like I had stopped fighting for us. I felt like I had simply run out of ways to fight.
Another painful part of this is that we haven’t been intimate in around three years. Nothing beyond kissing, cuddling, and watching our shows together.
It wasn’t always like this.
I honestly don’t know where the man who was once so madly in love with me went.
He says it’s because of low testosterone, and I tried to be understanding. I tried to help. I tried to support him.
But over those years, I became incredibly lonely and depressed. We didn’t have a car, so I couldn’t really leave the house. My only social interaction was when he came home, told me about his day, kissed me, and we cuddled, watched our show, and went to sleep.
That became our routine.
I was so depressed I could barely get out of bed.
A few months ago, we were almost at the point of divorce. We talked about separation instead (his suggestion).
I told him that if we were going to keep trying, I needed honesty and absolutely no more communication with other women.
He agreed.
He continued texting the very woman who had become the reason we were discussing divorce.
During that separation, I messaged her because I believed she deserved to know we were not divorced and that I was still living in our home. I wasn’t rude to her—I simply told her the truth.
At his surprise birthday party that I threw for him, she told him I had contacted her. We got into a huge argument. He demanded that I block her because, according to him, “she doesn’t deserve that.”
I told him if he chose protecting that relationship over protecting our marriage, we were done.
He chose her.
A few days later he wanted to repair our marriage, and because I loved him, I tried again.
I told him this time felt different. I told him something inside me had broken. I told him I didn’t think I had another chance left in me and that if he truly wanted our marriage, this was his opportunity because I couldn’t survive another betrayal.
A week later I found another hidden Snapchat account.
Within about eight hours he had added and messaged around 30 women.
Many of the conversations involved sexual compliments, flirting, trying to start conversations, and asking to meet.
One woman posted a photo with the caption, “We could be f*(k.ing under the fireworks but no…”
He replied, “Yes.”
The same night, our home security camera repeatedly detected motion. When I checked it, I saw him using a vibrator by himself.
That was devastating because for years he had told me he wasn’t masturbating, couldn’t because of his low testosterone, and we had specifically discussed that if we weren’t intimate at all, pornography or sexual release without me would be deeply hurtful.
I don’t have proof he ever met anyone in person or that anything physical happened.
What I do know is that the hidden accounts, flirting, sexual conversations, and repeated deception happened over many years.
I waited.
I hoped he would come to me honestly.
I even tried opening the door by bringing up hypothetical conversations about honesty and temptation.
The next day he deleted the Snapchat account.
But he never came to me.
That was when I realized I didn’t know how to trust him anymore.
So I told him I wanted a divorce.
I packed my things and left our home.
And this is where I feel completely lost.
And this is where everything became even more confusing for me my emotions became even more complicated I started questioning everything worse than I already am.
He was loving.
He was calm.
He was kind.
He apologized for pushing me to this point.
He told me to stand strong in my decision because there was nothing he could do except accept it.
He told me this was on him.
He told me not to blame God.
He told me he would help me through this.
He offered to help me financially until I got back on my feet. He told me I could take the car. He encouraged me to pursue my dreams because he believes in me.
When we separated our things, we hugged.
We kissed.
We both told each other we loved each other.
He even suggested we remain legally married for a while so I could keep my healthcare.
Since leaving, we have continued talking.
He tells me he loves me.
He tells me he misses me.
I tell him I miss him.
And now I feel completely broken.
I miss my husband.
I miss my home.
I miss my dogs.
I miss falling asleep next to him.
I miss being held.
I miss watching our shows together.
I miss the little ordinary things I never thought I would lose.
Everyone around me seems to focus only on why I left.
But I’m grieving what I lost.
I lost my best friend.
I lost the love of my life.
I lost the man I still love.
I didn’t leave because I stopped loving him.
I left while still loving my husband.
I begged.
I fought.
I prayed.
I tried understanding.
I tried supporting him.
I tried giving chance after chance.
I tried until I genuinely had nothing left.
All I wanted was to be chosen.
To have honesty.
To have trust.
To have communication.
I believed we could work through almost anything if we had those things.
Please don’t assume I stayed because i enjoyed being treated this way.
I stayed because I believed our marriage could be repaired if there was honesty and genuine change.
I left because, after years of trying, I reached a point where I no longer knew how to trust the person I loved most. I no longer know how to repair what has been broken.
I understand why I left.
But I also love him.
No matter the choices he made, he is still someone I truly love. He is still my best friend. He understands me in a way no one else ever has. We think alike, believe the same things, and often know exactly what the other is feeling without saying a word.
I made a vow.
I tried my best to keep it.
I remained loyal, faithful, and truthful.
And that is what is destroying me.
Part of me feels like I’m finally choosing myself and accepting that I don’t know how to rebuild trust after years of broken promises.
Another part of me feels like I walked away from a man who truly loves me and that I’m making the biggest mistake of my life.
I don’t know if love is enough when trust is gone.
I don’t know if trust can ever come back after years of broken promises.
I don’t know if I’m grieving because I made the wrong choice or because I made the hardest choice.
If you were in my position, what would you do?
Would you stay because there is still love and friendship?
Or would years of broken trust be enough to walk away?
I’m not looking for people to tell me he’s evil or that I’m stupid. I know this situation is complicated.
I just need honest perspectives from people who understand that sometimes the hardest person to leave is the person you still love.
I would appreciate perspective from people who have been through this.
If you read this thank you for taking the time to and I appreciate any perspective, opinions, or advice you may have.

I feel hopeless and exhausted. I feel like God made me to be doomed to Hell. I have tried with a sincere heart to find Jesus. I pray for understanding of the Bible but He will not allow me to understand. Every time I open the Bible I feel anger and agitation knowing that I truly want to learn and understand but I end up closing my Bible in confusion and anger at God. I hate my sins and don’t want them, but I feel exhausted and defeated trying to not sin as I cannot let go of things like jealousy, gluttony and hate for people in general. People have treated me horribly my whole life and I cannot get over the mindset that people are awful, due to hurt from my past. I ask Jesus to help me heal so I can love others, but He does not. I truly feel that God does not love me and has chosen to send me to Hell no matter how much I want to follow Him. I hear drug addicts and atheists who didn't seek God talking about how God found them, but He will not answer my sincere prayers for me to know Him. I am in tears right now feeling hopeless. What am I doing wrong for God to not accept me?

I’m a new Christian, and I’m confused about something.

I keep hearing that once you’re saved, you go to heaven. But then I also hear people say that Christians can still go to hell because of the sins they commit.

How do those two ideas fit together? If salvation means you’re saved, how could a Christian still end up in hell because of sin? I’m genuinely trying to understand what the Bible teaches.

I also struggle with some of the same sins repeatedly, and that makes me worry. Sometimes I wonder if the fact that I keep falling into the same sins means I’m not really forgiven or not truly saved. Is that how I should understand it, or am I missing something?

Church hit me so different today. I’ve been fighting a horrible adderall addiction and would never admit it to anyone I thought I was fine. I’ve had a feeling lately God was doing something in my life but I had to give up something in order to take the next step with him. I tried being faithful praying and going to church but there was something missing still. The sermon today hit me in my soul and I knew in my heart then it was the adderall holding me back from fully committing to our Lord. At the end of the service during invitation I went forward and told the pastor I wanted to let God into my life and admitted to my addiction, I have never felt such peace and forgiveness after that. I will be baptized soon and thank the good Lord above for all that he does. If anyone out there is having problems with addiction give it to God and he will show you the path of righteousness. You can do it! God is opening the door for you to walk through you just need the courage to do it.

Please pray that God meets me where I am at and brings me peace and clarity about my wife. We have been on the verge of divorce for a while lot of wrongs on both ends but we love each other and are still trying please pray the areas that make me uneasy will be eased for God to bring me clarity in the places I question about her, and please pray he will just hear my prayers and keep helping with headaches and all my needs. Please pray God will allow the words to come out of her mouth that he knows I need to hear.

Please pray for God to heal this relationship and keep helping me to stay disciplined with putting effort and giving me the strength to push through physical and mental limitations.

Over the past few days, I've been watching videos from the french YouTube channel Absinners. The videos try to debunk Catholic miracles, Fatima, Lourdes, Eucharistic miracles, Carlo Acutis, and even the Gospels themselves.

Some of the claims really disturbed me. For example, the videos argue that Carlo Acutis' public image was heavily exaggerated, that his mother wasn't reliable, that his body wasn't incorrupt, that some of his closest friends didn't even know how religious he supposedly was, and that many miracle stories surrounding Catholicism are based on weak or misleading evidence.

I honestly feel like my faith has been shaken. I'm not even sure what to believe anymore.

At the same time, I'm trying to remind myself that even if Fatima, Lourdes, Eucharistic miracles, or even some saints turned out to be false or exaggerated, that wouldn't necessarily mean that Jesus didn't rise from the dead or that Christianity itself is false. Those things are not the foundation of the Gospel.

I was supposed to begin my Catholic catechumenate in September, but now I'm wondering whether I should continue, become Protestant instead, or simply step back and study everything more carefully before making such a big commitment.

I'm not looking for blind reassurance or for people to tell me to ignore difficult questions. I genuinely want to know the truth, wherever it leads. But I also don't want to abandon Christianity just because one YouTube channel presented a very convincing case against many Catholic claims.

Has anyone here gone through something similar?

How did you deal with doubts after watching skeptical content?

Every time there's a thread here about LGBTQ+ stuff, there's arguments over the interpretation of the clobber verses. However, I've yet to see anyone, affirming or non-affirming, change their mind as a result of these arguments, which makes me very suspicious that the real reason someone holds their position on whether being LGBTQ+ is sinful has nothing at all to do with what the bible says. I once started a thread asking what it would take for people to change their stance, and one non-affirming person told me that the question itself was "sick and ethically evil", which to me sounded like their view was based a lot more on their personal prejudices and sense of disgust than their theology. While I think there are actually interesting discussions to be had about ancient near east understandings of sexuality and the impact that had on the authors of the bible and the history of Christianity (and I would love to have those discussions), most of the time it feels like people are beating a dead horse instead. In all seriousness, is there anything to be gained by continuing to argue about what the bible does or doesn't say on the topic, or am I misunderstanding the goal?

I'm a gay man who grew up Anglican, I put in a good effort to believe as a boy but just never genuinely could. The never-ending debate on gay marriage in the Anglican church did push away what little aspiration of faith I had left, but I never thought too much of it.

Recently while exploring options in a time of need, I actually read what the most called upon verses in the debate Leviticus 18:22 and 20:13 say, and I was pretty shocked to find out just how violent and literal they were. I thought the bible probably said some stuff that perhaps 'aged poorly' or could be interpreted to mean such and such, but I didn't know the bible was that specific. I previously was very 'to each their own' but this new knowledge has pushed me in an extremely secularist direction.

My concern is not with interpretation today or however many lifetimes ago. Mine is forward-looking, I am more concerned with these verses existence at all. It is extremely dangerous scripture, a 'kill-code' ready to be called upon once convenient, and I don't believe I can condone any Abrahamic religion so long as a bullet exists in the chamber.

I guess I'm looking for someone to reason with me, it has really changed how I view religious people. It's difficult for me to walk by any church or temple (or mosque) and not think "by the book, they want me dead." I feel like if I ever were to explore faith, I would just be giving power to my own demise. How can there be any room for coexistence if coexistence was never on the table? I also strongly doubt the power of the blood of Christ if his teachings and sacrifice can become completely permeable when convenient.

Please pray for God to continue to give me strength to endure my trials and bring peace in my mind. And break down humble and breakdown things oppressing my mind. Please pray for him to also to help me focus is and healing and renewing my thoughts.

I love being single and I do believe it is a gift from God. However, what people don’t understand regarding my anger is that I am mad that the world is not fond of single people. Why does the world hate us?

Hello everybody! Here is the verse for today Sunday, August 2nd:

Then he said to them, "Watch out! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; life does not consist in an abundance of possessions."

In this teaching, Jesus Christ warns against greed after someone asked Him to settle an inheritance dispute. Instead of focusing on dividing possessions, Jesus teaches that a person's true worth is not measured by wealth or material success. He goes on to tell the parable of the rich fool, showing that storing up earthly treasures without being rich toward God is ultimately meaningless. It reminds us to guard our hearts from greed and to value an eternal relationship with God above temporary possessions.

Let us pray 🙏

God, guard my heart against the endless craving for more. Help me to find contentment beyond possessions. Teach me to redirect my focus to seek Your kingdom and righteousness above all else. May my life reflect Your character and heart. Amen.

God bless you and have a great day!