I'm a pharmacist, and I loved only what was scientific and logical. God was also a subject of proof for me. If I had no proof, I couldn't believe.

But before historical fact, I no longer needed any other proof. "God really exists! God is really living! The Bible is true!" I cried out in astonishment. 

The Jesus recorded in the Bible had really died for my sins and risen again. He was my Lord and my God.

Standing before the risen Lord, I finally saw that I had been calling Him "Lord, Lord," only with my lips and that I'd lived having nothing to do with God all this time. 

All this time, I had thought that the knowledge of this world was everything, so I had built knowledge upon worldly knowledge, and through this knowledge, I had countered God; I had been an evil sinner who had not believed in Jesus.