As children, my dad used to bring me and my brother and sister to church and Sunday school every week and we were brought up in a Christian family. As a teenager, I often got a little bored and remember wondering how much longer the service would go on for so that I could go home and do the things I wanted to do. Eventually, somewhere between the ages of 18 and 21, I thought I am an adult now and can do what I want, and I do not have to go to church if I do not want to. As a result of this, I had been away from church for over thirty years!!
I have always believed in God and the sacrifice the Lord Jesus Christ made for sinners, but I did not live my life as though this was personal to me. I made a mess of my life whilst doing my own thing and this included a marriage breakdown and subsequent divorce.
However, I told myself that I would go back to church in my 70s or 80s before I died – what a ridiculous notion!! What if I had died in my sins and not in Christ before I reached my old age? Indeed, what if the Lord Jesus Christ had returned before my twilight years?
The story I am going to tell now is about my journey back to God.