I'm of two minds of this. I highly doubt God speaks anymore, and yet that's how I was saved. I was told to go somewhere in my mind, and I went, and at the exact minute I was told it would happen, a Christian came up to me to pull me into a concert of prayer event. I was amazed. That's one of the rare moments in my life where I was given exact time and location coordinates to go, and in obeying, I saw God in action. It was a Christian event, so hell, I went with Christianity.

And yet, those moments are rare. And few, if any, of my friends of faith have any sort of similar stories.