I almost lost my faith after high school. I grew up Catholic but was not really paying attention to the teachings of the Church because I took it for granted. When I was in grade 11 and 12 in Coquitlam and Port Moody, B.C. (Canada) I met people who were atheists, agnostics, protestants and other students who started to ask me questions about why I believe in God, in Jesus and the Catholic Church. I didn't know how to answer them at first. The questions drove me to the edge of my faith that I almost left the Church. However, instead of leaving the Church, the questions fueled me to search for the answers by first reading books, attending events, talking to priests and discussing with as many people who was willing to talk about God on my journey. After about one year and a half of struggling and wrestling with the questions from the existence of God to who Jesus was and why go to the Catholic Church I felt spiritually and emotionally exhausted. One night, as lay quietly alone in my bed, I remembered praying from the bottom of my heart asking God to reveal Himself in a way that I would understand. At first I was reluctant to pray, thinking that God might show Himself in my bedroom that night and I wasn't ready for that! Nothing happened extraordinary at that moment but I simply remembered crying myself to sleep praying the words over and over again in the silence of my heart, "God if you are real, I want to know." The answer to that prayer happened the next day...
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