“I don’t like you telling me about your God, and I’m going to kill you.” He pulled out a knife, and I’m thinking, "Lord, here I come; I’m coming to meet you." That knife went forward and stopped inches from my stomach. He was pushing so hard to try to get that knife into my stomach. He stopped, and he said, “I don’t know what’s going on, but your God is doing something strange to me.” And that knife dropped to the ground.