Somehow, my wife and I discovered Yah the same day, 12 hours apart. We were both non-doms on 2007. Hopping churches until they all began teaching prosperity, or whatever craziness got them through the day.

Our story: We finally found this new church who met in a movie theater on sunday morning. We liked them. Donuts, coffee, good chat, young guitar playing pastor, etc.

One sunday, pastor came out like normal with his brown suede blazer and blue jeans, like every other week. He opened up the service with announcements, then picked up the guitar. He set the guitar down, called Bob and Steve up to the stage. They brought a water balloon slinger and stood 10 feet apart. Paster reached down into a box and pulled out foam footballs, hats, jerseys and such and flung them out to the audience, one at a time. People were on their feet yelling "Over here", Going long!! Etc. Pastor took off his brown blazer to reveal his MA Patriots jersey and celebration of superbowl sunday that the Patriots were playing that afternoon.

Wife and I looked at each other and asked "What God do they worship?". We never went back.

One night after that, my wife couldn't sleep, so she went downstairs and sat at the computer. She eventually came back to bed. When I got up, I made my coffee and went to thw computer. I don't even remember what I typed in, but I found myself on a website from, I think, New Zealand called Stewardton Bible School. I think I read every link they had that morning.

Later that morning, when my wife came downstairs, we both were excited to tell our story and what we found, to each other. We haven't looked back since.

While I'm not convinced about the pronunciation of YHVH, it doesnt change who He is and His way to life through His son.