I lived for myself

I was not raised in a Christian home and although my family told me who God was, I didn't believe He really existed. As a result of this I lived my life for myself, indulging in every short-term pleasure I could find, including violence, sex and alcohol. This continued until the end of my first year at University, where I found myself having to go to more extreme lengths to get satisfied. Around the same time a guy who I lived with started talking to me about God. I wasn't really interested but listened politely, and eventually decided to go along to a small group with him.

As I got to know the leader of the group over the next week I saw in him something I saw in none of my other mates, he didn't need to be drunk to have a good time, he was friendly and genuinely interested in getting to know me. I knew it was his faith in God that made him like this, but thought I had been too bad for God to want me, so I went home for summer and thought no more of it.

I fell to my knees

Then at the start of the summer, I got invited to a baptism service by a friend, again I went along to be polite, but when I heard the minister saying that God gave his only son to die for our sins, to bring us back into a relationship with Him, it felt like he was talking straight to me.

That night I went home and fell to my knees to ask God to forgive me and come into my life. I immediately felt a great sense of fulfilment and peace that nothing else had ever given me.

Since that day, life hasn't always been easy, but the journey I'm on with God is a very exciting one, for the first time my life is going in the right direction and I'd love to tell you more about it...

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