I am not religious, (don't believe in bible as the EXACT word) but I do believe in a higher power. God, christ. All of them.
When I woke up in the darkest moment in my life, after having FFS, I noticed a wooden cross that stood next to me. It belonged to another patient.
You know, now I understand faith... I had no-one when I woke up. I did however, had the name of Jesus. And I called him, to help me. I think he did. The day before surgery, I had a dream of a golden palace. Not sure what that was about, but it was in the clouds. Amazingly bright, and completely golden. Then after waking from surgery, I saw that wooden cross... it was amazing.
But it get's more crazy! when I was home, I had fever and was very sick. Lost 2 liters of blood from surgery. I had the nightmares of nightmares! I dreamt that someone stood next to my body, and "jumped in". It wasn't a dream. I am sure it wasn't. This being came in my weakest moment, a coward! and yet, all I have left was one word: Jesus. I called Jesus 3 times, and I was released, snapped back into my body. I am still not sure what that was all about.
Life is mysterious... I think Christ is a very powerful being, maybe even God himself. I don't know. But his name can protect you. It makes sense, millions of people praise him day in day out. All that energy has to go somewhere! and I believe it is there when you need it most!
Just an experience!