I wanted to know the God my grandpa Singer prayed to. I was fascinated by Jesus and asked God to give me a sign if he was who I’d been searching for.

I didn’t feel safe at home. Substance abuse and domestic violence seemed to run in my family. God was my only hope—if He would hear my prayer.

I expected the New Testament to be an antisemitic book with stories of Santa Claus! But right away the genealogy of Jesus had all these Hebrew names.

I grew up a Soviet Jewish atheist. At 14, I visited a church and heard that God exists and loves me. I couldn’t get over it. Wow! God? Really?

My 20-year journey in New Ageism started with ‘I can attract whatever I want into my life’ but eventually led me to total spiritual exhaustion.

A man on the street said he was one of the “Jesus people.” I let him know I was Jewish, and that Jews don’t believe in Jesus.

I had turned away from God, and everything seemed meaningless. But while in the IDF, I began to reconnect with God and discovered a new hope for life.