I was brought up in a “Christian family,” going to church etc.  But though I probably would have called myself a Christian at any time from 5-18 I was really no where near.  Getting drunk, smoking dope and getting arrested was my thing.  Looking back now if God hadn’t have looked after me I could have really messed things up.  Fortunately for me, He did and a lot of the things I did went unpunished.

I suppose the first time I really though about the possibility that it could be real was at Spring Harvest.  Here I was literally knocked off my feet by the power of the Holy Spirit.  For all of two days I was buzzing but soon went back to my sinful ways.

I thought university would be the end of thinking about God entirely but in fact it made me realise that I had to stop clowning around and made me think about what it was I really should be doing.

With much help I have drawn closer to Christ and now want to draw a line in the sand, put all this stuff behind me and make a statement to myself, my God and you people in front of me that this is the day that things change.

Today I stand and give up my life for Christ, just as he did for me.  Proclaiming that every breathe may speak of Him and every move glorify His name.  Hallelujah!