We are not so much different. I, a fallen aware Catholic, laid in the bottom of a river in Missouri accepting my certain death. I was drowning. (I can't swim). But while I was willing to give up my life, God was not willing to let me go. I was a lost sheep. Being a hard-headed know-it-all, I couldn't make sense of what had happened. I searched for God in all religions before I just gave up. My scientific mind couldn't make sense of what happened, and more importantly, why. Ten years later, God said it's time and I heard the testamony of a stranger given to another stranger from some 10 to 15 feet away, at a place I wouldn't normally (at that time) go in. A store in Silver Dollar City selling black powder guns and western clothing. (I was very much a liberal at that time).