How I Became a Christian – Simon, founder of JesusBYS

The morning before my birthday, two police officers knocked on my door. No explanation, no details, no reasons. Just a firm instruction: “Come with us.”

I stepped into their vehicle without resisting.
I wasn’t scared, just confused.
In my mind, it had to be a misunderstanding, a minor issue, something that would be cleared up quickly.

I was completely wrong.

The Astonishment

At the police station, they finally told me why I had been brought in.
A ridiculous accusation, a childish attempt at intimidation from a very large company in the country.
Even the officer taking my statement admitted quietly that it made no sense.

But behind this nonsense stood a colonel.
And behind that colonel stood an extremely wealthy man who couldn’t accept that I had dared to stand up to him.

Hours passed.
I answered every question calmly, assisted by a lawyer a friend had sent me.
I genuinely believed I would soon go home.

Instead, they told me:

“You are being detained for forty-eight hours. You will be presented to the prosecutor on Monday.”

I understood immediately.
This wasn’t justice.
This wasn’t procedure.
This was a man with power using the system as a weapon.

I didn’t feel anger.
No rage.
Just resignation.

They placed me not in a cell, but in a plain office with a police officer watching over me.
An empty space.
No phone.
No distraction.
No place to hide from my own thoughts.

And that is where everything began.

Looking Back

Sitting in that office, I replayed my life.

I thought about my childhood, the beatings, the constant emotional violence.
About my mother telling me she didn’t want me, that I was a mistake.
About my stepfather trying to dominate me.
About the fugues, the nights spent at friends’ houses because I had nowhere else to go.

At seventeen, after getting my high-school diploma, I packed two plastic bags and left home for good.

Back then, Jesus didn’t exist for me.
Not even as a possibility.

In that office, I examined myself honestly.
I’m far from perfect, but I’ve always tried to act with integrity.
I honor my commitments, I help where I can, I do good without expecting anything in return.
Everything I have, I earned the hard way.

And yet, here I was.
And the man who lies, cheats, and crushes others was free and comfortable in his mansion.

So I concluded, very calmly:

“There is no justice. There is no Jesus.”

Not in anger.
Just as a final verdict.

Night fell, mosquitoes entered the room, and the silence grew heavier.

The Turning Point

Then someone knocked on the door.
The officer supervising me looked surprised.
He opened it cautiously.

It was the manager from the law firm assisting me.
She looked directly at me and said:

“You can go home.”

The officer was so shocked that he went upstairs to consult his superior, then a general.
When he returned, still confused, he opened the door and let me walk out.

I stepped outside… but something in me stopped moving.

It didn’t feel like luck.
It didn’t feel like coincidence.

And suddenly, memories crashed into me like flash after flash.

He was there.

One memory.
Then another.
Then another, faster and sharper.

When I was a child crying alone, and a thought quietly pushed me: “Work hard at school. It’s your only way out.”
He was there.

When I walked toward a group of ten young thugs to recover my friend’s stolen bag, without fear, without violence, just a strange inner certainty…
He was there.

When my first company failed and I hit rock bottom, and the first random job I found online rebuilt my life…
He was there.

When my dog was diagnosed with aggressive cancer, and I prayed for the first time in years… and she was healed…
He was there.

When a powerful friend who is almost impossible to reach answered my call instantly that day and sent me a lawyer…
He was there.

Every decisive moment of my life, even when I didn’t believe, even when I rejected Him, even when I mocked the idea of Him…

Jesus was there.
Always.

And I had never seen it.

In that police office, He opened my eyes.
Not gently.
But with absolute clarity.

My New Birth

The next day was my birthday.
And that day mattered in a way I could never have imagined.

Because on the morning of my birthday, after everything I had lived through the day before, after the flashes, the clarity, the memories, the realization that Jesus had always been there… that is when I finally surrendered my life to Him.

That is when I was born again.

I was presented to the prosecutor but remained free.
The travel ban (the “interdiction de sortie de territoire”) was lifted within forty-eight hours.
The man who wanted to destroy me couldn’t do anything.
Not a single thing.

And in that period of chaos, something unexpected happened.
I began to write.
Small stories at first.
Then comics.
Then short videos.
Then Christian songs.

What started as a way to survive spiritually slowly grew into something far bigger than I ever imagined.
Today, that journey has become a mission.

I now run a YouTube channel with over five million subscribers, and across all platforms, more than six million people follow the content that was born from that moment of surrender to Jesus. And from all of this, I founded JesusBYS for His glory.

And when I look back, I understand that none of this was random.
Every experience, every injury, every escape, every moment of survival… was preparing me for the day Jesus would finally reveal Himself to me, and for the work He would entrust to me afterward.

The Simple Truth

I spent years denying Jesus.
And Jesus spent all those years protecting me, guiding me, lifting me, and waiting patiently for the moment my heart would open.

I thought I was alone.
I never was.

That day, in a plain police office, I learned something essential:

Jesus never forces your heart.
But He never lets go of you either.

And sometimes, all it takes is an arrest, an injustice, a closed door, or a quiet office… to finally see the One who was there from the beginning.