"To fully understand God's Word, you have to know God. For if you don't know God, you will not know the true meaning of His Word." Adam M. Snow
My name is Adam Michael Snow and I was born on May 30th, 1988 on a Monday in Phoenix, Arizona. My hobbies include writing poetry, photography, art, cooking, nature walks and occasionally video games. I've been a Christian my whole life and I said it like that because I grew up in the church. But I didn't give my life over to Christ until I was around 9, but there's more to my story.
Shortly after I was born, I began lacking oxygen. I was turning blue. The nurse ignored me, saying I was fine. But my mother knew something was wrong. She begged them to check me out. They found I was lacking oxygen for several minutes. Had they waited any longer, I might not be here today.
When I was at the age of 4, I was diagnosed with ADHD, bipolar with a speech impairment. They put me on a medication called, "Ritalin" in which the doctors kept upping my doses and as the result, I would be zombiefied. It took away my personality. I became bug-eyed. I was on Ritalin until the age of 9, when my mother finally decided to take me off of it after coming home one night from a Benny Hinn Crusade. When I was 20, I had another assessment done to determine my disability and what I found was that I was misdiagnosed. I grew up believing that I was ADHD with bipolar, but later found that I wasn't ADHD with bipolar, I had Asperger's, a mild form of Autism and I didn't have bipolar.
Around the age of 7, I contracted a contagious form of spinal meningitis. It was so severe that the doctor said had my mother had waited another day, it could've killed me. Since the form of spinal meningitis I had was contagious, the doctors gave me my own room and anyone who would visit me would have to where a mask. I was in the hospital for about a week before a miracle happened. I was alone in my room and I heard a deep, calming voice speak to me. I was around 7 years old during this time. There was no one in my room at the time I heard that voice. I don't know if the voice was from God or an angel, but they told me I was healed. The next day the doctors did their final observation and determined that I was indeed healed and they sent me home.
All throughout school, I was bullied. The kids would poke fun of me because of my disabilities. That went on even into junior high and high school. It got so bad that they would throw rocks at me. I really didn't have much friends growing up. Those who I thought were my friends would also poke fun at me. When I said, it continued into high school, I wasn't kidding. It got so bad that I almost dropped out. Not only that, but my depression was taking a hold of me. I became suicidal. I would cut my wrists and also would cut my thighs. Sometimes, I would even hold a knife to my throat while I played depressing music loudly. It was during this time I began writing poetry. But I'm glad to say that after years of struggle, I am free from my suicidal depression. Also during my teenage years, my Christian faith would be tested. My cousin who is so big into the New Age movement, almost converted me towards New Age. But God's hand was stronger on me that day. In 2006, I finally graduated high school.
Once I graduated high school, I tried looking for employment. I struggled for 10 years before landing my first job. I didn't land my first job until I was 27. I was working at a grocery store, pushing carts part-time. It was during this time my faith started getting stronger with God. I was introduced to a revival that an evangelist was putting on down the street from where I lived. I decided one night to attend this revival and it changed my life. I would keep going every night whenever this evangelist was in town. That's when I felt the calling. I knew God was calling me, but I didn't know how to act upon it.
In 2009, tragedy struck. I lost my best friend to cancer, my father. But I saw it as a blessing and I mean that in a good way. Shortly before my dad died, he rededicated his life with the Lord. I know God took him home when his faith was at his strongest. I do miss him, but I am blessed because I know I'll see him again.
In 2018, I met my wife Prudencia Cortez and her 2 boys, Saul and Cesar. In 2021 we got married and have a son together that same year. We named our son, Jonathan. I've always felt the calling and I felt it for years, but my wife encouraged me to do something about it. Few years prior I had created a YouTube channel called We Are Christians, I was going to use it to minister, but sadly for years I neglected it. But it wasn't until 2020, during the whole Covid crisis that I logged back into my We Are Christians YouTube and saw I had 5,000 subscribers. My wife, who was my fiancé at the time saw that and encouraged me to do something about it. That was the push I needed. That YouTube of mine gain popularity and within one year, I went from having 5,000 subscribers to over 100,000 subscribers. That's when I realized what my calling is and how to pursue it.