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TRAVELLING HOME

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A short article written as a young believer in about 1980.

It was a fine Spring afternoon, many years ago, when my husband and I were travelling home towing our small caravan behind. We had been away for a few days in the country and as it was a Bank Holiday, the traffic was very heavy. We had remarked how exceptionally heavy it was in both directions. We were in a convoy travelling at a slow speed.

Suddenly, the car in front of us braked hard, and swerved into a small clearing. There was no time for us to take avoiding action. My husband jammed on our brakes immediately and we were thrown forward. Our caravan then started to roll and snaked uncontrollably. It was a frightening sensation and one which I shall never forget. I feared for our lives. Instinctively, I cried out to the Lord to save us; and think that momentarily I must have lost consciousness, as I cannot remember what happened.

Shocked and shaken, we found ourselves in the opposite lane, where previously it had been blocked with heavy traffic. We were safe and all was well. There was not a car in sight – they had all disappeared! It was a miracle! Dazed, we slowly moved off, and pulled into a clearing down the road. How I thanked the Lord for His mercy to us, and Praised Him for His goodness, crying tears of joy and gratitude.

I had been brought to Christ a few years earlier, knowing that by His grace He had saved me, the greatest miracle of all! My husband was still an unbeliever, rigorously denying that God existed and had been persecuting me. It had not been an easy time.

I do believe that the Lord used this particular incident, amongst others, to break down my husband's rebellion, for he was quiet the rest of the journey home. I also found it an unforgettable lesson, namely to "Trust in the Lord at ALL times." (Psalm 62:8)

Memory Verse

"He shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways." (Psalm 91:11)

We are all on a journey through life. If we belong to Christ, we were chosen in Him before the foundation of the world. As sinners, we are brought to repentance and faith. God knows how to humble us and bring us to Himself. We are travelling to our Heavenly Home to be with Christ; it's a very narrow way which leads to Life eternal. There are battles all the way, but God promises to keep us by His power. ( 1 Peter 1:5)

PRAYER

I thank you dear Father in the name of Jesus Christ, for your mercies towards us. Forgive us when we doubt and fear, forgetting that you control our lives and nothing can happen which you have not ordained.

We repent of the times we have failed you and desire to do better. Teach us to trust you in every situation. Thank you for your love and grace. In Jesus' Name. Amen.

Be Careful Little hands...

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“Be careful little hands what you do...” runs a line in an oft-sung children’s hymn/chorus.

When I left school I applied to join the Police Cadets (no longer such a position). If successful I would spend two years learning the job, before finally entering the police-proper. It was
an ambition because my father was, at the time, a Special Constable. But, at age 16, I was quarter of an inch too short!! Yep – a quarter of an inch.

Okay then, I’ll go on to my next choice, and follow my Dad into the Parachute Regiment.

But, at that age a mother can have a very strong influence (such as “No you are not!”).

So, that idea was scuppered!

By age 18 I was saved, so many considerations entered my head – any job had to be both useful and consistent with my Christian beliefs and behaviour. For example, I was offered to enter the financial sector as a financial adviser. The pre-choice part was very tough and thorough, but I passed the tests. And, though I passed all the biometric tests as well, by the time I was about to join the company I withdrew... for several weeks my thoughts rejected the job. It involved persuading people to spend their money on all kinds of financial packages and, frankly, I just couldn’t do it, especially if a contract meant people were spending more than they could afford. My heart, then, led, and I had to pull out. I realised that such a job, for a Christian, at least for me, was unacceptable, because it was useless, even though the financial rewards would be considerable. (That is, I was to be driven by ‘results’ and contracts, so my income would depend on getting people to sign up).

So, at that stage I was looking for jobs that were useful, even if not well paid.

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Testimony: An alcoholic responds to the call to repent and follow Jesus Christ

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Heading for Home - a former Alcoholic's Testimony

My life up until this year had to me seemed to me to be near to pointless. My father was dead (through alcohol), and at times, my mother might as well have been. Our family did not function in any fashion whatsoever and the only thing on offer was anger and hatred. Every one around me seemed to have a chip on their shoulder and it wasn’t long before I got one too. In 1988, the day before the Lockerbie bombing, I left the so-called family home vowing never to return. Soon after, I married Sharon, my partner of 6 years.

After I left home and split from my family, things, materially at least, got better. I got out of a dead end job at a car dealer and now have ended up at in a comfortable, better paid position. I holidayed abroad, culminating in a fantastic vacation in the Maldives a couple of years ago. If you get the chance, go there. It is the closest you will get to paradise on this earth. Why? Chiefly because mans’ interference is at a minimum and nature flourishes. We even bought a new car albeit a Vauxhall Corpse, sorry Corsa. I bought a new PC, we bought our own home, I pursed many hobbies etc. etc. and yet a huge invisible chunk was missing.

Those that I thought should have been my closest allies, my family, had become wrapped up so much in their own problems that the anger and frustration just blew us apart. I was missing those that many can count on and perhaps take for granted. The death of my father back in 1999 brought us all back together briefly, but the old resentments were simmering beneath the surface. After a gap of a decade it was more or less back to how it used to be. I am now out of the family circle altogether.

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