I grew up in a Godless home. I never knew my father. He was a soldier and I am illegitimate. My stepfather just did not like me, my mother tried to make up for him. She was church of Scotland (never went), and my stepfather was Catholic (went once a year at Christmas). He was a terrible example in swearing and blaspheming, and I grew up something of the same.
I met my wife while she was on holiday in Scotland, fell in love with her and followed her to England. We were completely irreligious but had the children christened (baptised) at my wife's insistence.
One day, at the age of thirty, I went into a record shop to look at music, when I heard the guy behind the counter telling a teenager "no didn't want a cigarette, he didn't need any artificial stimulants as -- had the real thing =Jesus Christ"!!
Well I absolutely cringed! How could anyone speak about Jesus like this? And he wasn't the least bit embarrassed either!
Well to cut it short I started calling there a lot and got to know the man quite well. He didn't want to hear my grubby jokes, and always turned the conversation to Jesus.
After some of our chats over the weeks, I suddenly said "would you come to our house and talk!" He said, "yes, ok, will tomorrow be ok, and can I bring a friend?" I said " yes fine".
Off I went, driving home, I thought, "What have I doneMy wife will kill me! I never meant to ask that! Where did it come fromOh well too late now!"
The following day was snowy, and I was off work because of the weather I was tidying out a cupboard when I found my wife's old school Bible. It full of crayoning by the kids!
I opened it just anywhere, and read "judge not less ye be judged, With what judgement ye judge, so will You be judged!" Matthew chapter seven.
It cut through me like a knife!
Again I opened the Bible to John chapter one: "He came to His own, but they would not receive Him, but to everyone who did receive Him, who believe on His name, He gave the right to be called the children of God!"
I fell on my knees and cried out, "Father Son and Holy Spirit help me, help me!"
I wept like a baby, I don't know how long I was there, but I know the longer I cried, the better and cleaner I felt and when I rose from my knees I just knew that ALL MY SINS WHICH WERE MANY, WERE WASHED AWAY, I WAS FORGIVEN, CLEAN, RENEWED!!!
When my new friends called I kept telling them "yes I know God is alive. He is living in me!" They were amazed to say the least. They had come to tell me about Jesus, and I was telling them.
I never cease to praise and thank my loving Saviour for that day when my Life began again.
A new life in Jesus. Amen