I can say with certainty he has touched my life. I may not have liked church or Sunday school but I did decide around 10 years ago I believed in him. I thought about it on a rainy day during a two-hour bus ride and realized it was what I believed. Over the next few years, I struggled intensely with interpersonal relationships, drugs, and alcohol to the point where I thought my life was over. Then at my worst moment, when I felt I was really going to die where I was trapped beneath fluorescent lights, sobbing, and throwing up he called to me. In a way I had never experienced before I didn't feel alone like before; psalms came flooding back to me that I hadn't read since my early teens at best. After this I had some personal miracles happen to me and my family, including having an incredibly supportive and patient stepfather who took the time to teach me, care for me, and love me like I was his own flesh and blood.
This man supported me through the hardest trials of my life because of his faith and compassion. His last words to me were that he loved me. He was truly a man of God and a force of good in this world who provided for those in need and was gentle, kind, and actually walked the walk. Even though he's gone now, I feel his hands picking me up and dusting me off telling me everything is going to be okay. He didn't have to do anything for me. He didn't have to help, but he did anyone, and he changed the trajectory of my life substantially. I believed in God before this man entered life but I sure as heck do even more now. I understand this is all anecdotal, but for me, this is a shaping force in my life because he did this not only because some "magic sky Daddy" told him to but because he thought it was the right thing to do. It's because of him that I want to help others and advocate where I can. I want to bring more good into this world than I take out - even if it's just my small corner of the world that I can make better.