Growing up, I never understood why people would fall to their knees with their hands raised to the sky in the presence of the Lord. My mother would often stand like that—hands lifted, eyes closed—while I sat in silence, silently judging those around me… (MORE)

So, it goes like this. I was 13, and although I “believed” in God, I didn’t truly know Him. One day, I woke up and said, “I don’t believe in God.” It was around this time that I was getting into metal… (MORE)