I had just recited a poem I wrote for the Pastors 50th birthday (I was about 8 years old at the time). Everyone loved my poem and thought that I would be a great pastor one day as well. They even prophecied over me and told me that God told them I would be a great Pastor, even greater than the one I wrote the poem for. They said that they were glad that God used such a small child to author such a powerful message for the Pastor's birthday. They said God used me, and I had no recollection of God doing a thing as I wrote that poem. I remember asking my mom to look up a few verses for me as I wrote and rewrote and worked and reworked the poem until I got exactly what I wanted, but I don't remember God telling me to do anything at all. Also, at the time, I wanted to be a doctor, not a Pastor. I found church rather boring, and saw greater good being performed by my best friends father, who was an Emergency Room technician. Sure, the Pastor talked about people being healed by God during the services, but I knew that some of the people that were 'healed' would have died if my best friends dad wasn't there.
I asked the Pastor about it once, and he told me that God works through people to cure other people. I asked him if God worked through people that didn't believe in God as well, and he told me that he did if the person was doing something for a follower of God. My best friend, his dad didn't believe in the Christian God, he was Afro-centric, and believed that if he should worship ANY gods, it would be the gods of his ancestors BEFORE they were brought to America in slavery, not the gods of those that enslaved them. That stuck with me growing up. Even when I tried to accept Jesus, I couldn't because I know history dates back far before the Jesus story, and that my ancestors did not know about the Jewish God, but had their own that suited them just fine before the arrival of Christian Conquistadors. If the Christian God was correct, he would not have had to kill so many of my ancestors and subject them to such cruelty just to gain the souls of their decendents. A real God could find a peaceful way to make people believe in it, and would have no blood on its hands or its name.