Not me. I prayed to God, if there was a God to show me he was real. It was spring time in Southern California. I met a group of people that used to meet beneath a tree in a park before dark. They sang, strummed guitars and seemed to enjoy being around each other. They recognized my interest and asked me to join. There was a recreation center building with enough light to read after dark. And they were studying Ruth. No fire & brimstone, rapture or end of the world just a verse by verse study about a homeless widow. I became captivated, 42 years ago!
We have been besieged and invaded by mockers and trolls here. So please excuse some of our lack of patience. Some of us may not remember life before Jesus or faith. Preachers used to irritate me too. The key words are. "used too." I came to believe before I started attending church as a christian. I wasn't saved by listening to any preachers. Some friendly former hippies in a park showed me that Christians can be happy and kind while sharing the word. It was a very important time in my life. I hope your salvation experience is as happy, inspiring and spirit filled as mine became. Peace and joy be to you, whatever your name is.