It is good for every one of us to give our testimony from time to time, and though you have suffered mine before, I think that I should give it today.I was born in Belfast about 46 years ago into a working-class home. My dad worked in the shipyards in Belfast and we had enough money, but not much more than enough money. I went to the local Methodist church which was a fairly evangelical, fairly big church. Belfast is a city of about one half million people. As I came up I began to go to Sunday School from about the age of five or six and always had a great belief in God and always prayed to God. You know the three prayers you always do--the "Our Father", the "God bless Dad and Mum", and the "Gentle Jesus meek and mild." I always did those prayers, especially during the war years of 1939-45. The shipyard was a target for the German bombers so my dad would go down there to see how things were, and of course I was very conscious that only God could take care of him. I certainly believed in God during those early years.When I was thirteen we had a Sunday School teacher who I would have thought then was just a wild old Fundamentalist, but the beauty of it was, he believed God's Word. One Sunday afternoon he told us about the lake of fire, which was the first time I'd ever heard of it. He said at the end of this life there was a hell or an outer darkness, a great lonely place where there was no life. Of course, he presented it as it is presented in Revelation, as a lake of fire where you burn forever in your own selfishness and what you have become. That really scared me. He used the verses: "All have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God" and "The wages of sin is death." I don't know that I really felt that I was a sinner; I just felt that it would be circumspect and prudent to be on the same side as the owner of the lake of fire, so I stayed behind after that Sunday School class and prayed and received as best I could Jesus as my Savior, though I could never get the hang of what it meant--Savior. I really didn't like that term too much, to tell you the truth. I didn't like the idea that Jesus was my Savior, but I liked the idea of Him being my helper and guide.From 13 to 17, when I went to university, that was my situation. I would say that I was a believer the way Jesus says, "There are believers but they really don't do what I tell them to do; they believe all the right things." If you had said to me, "Do you believe that Jesus is the Savior of the world?" I would have said, "Yes." If you had said, "Do you believe He is your Savior?" I would have known that you wanted me to say "Yes", and so I would have said "Yes", but I didn't like the idea of having to be saved by anybody.At 17 I began to come up against the agony of the old sex thing--a power that I couldn't control and a power that did make me feel dirty at times. Through that I think God began to show me other things in my life that were not obedient to Him and that were in fact sin. I began to see the meaning of "All have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God" and "The wages of sin is death." I had already begun at that time to think through the reasons for believing in God and for believing the Bible, so I did believe that those things were true. I began to see that I was headed for eternal death because my life was filled with things that were dishonest. I would tell a lie when it suited me, I would be unkind and cruel to my brother when it suited me, I would do whatever I wanted to do. I saw that I was doing things that were disobedient to God day after day, and I began to think, "Now Jesus must fit into this somehow." It was then that I came into contact with a guy who asked me that question. He said, "Do you believe that Jesus is the Savior of the world?" and I said, "Yes, I do." He said, "Do you believe that He is your Savior?" and I said "That He died for me?" and he said, "Yes." I said, "Oh, yes, yes I do," but I really didn't.So I stopped my ordinary prayer times and I started--even though I was a miserable old Protestant--to do what you loved ones in the Catholic Church are taught to do from an early age: the Stations of the Cross. I don't know the Stations of the Cross, but I certainly in my own mind began to see that I must somehow see the reality of this death that took place on Calvary; I must somehow find out what the meaning of this is. I began to spend my prayer time thinking about Jesus dying on the cross. Of course, I had a skeptical kind of mind and it was hard for me to think this man actually died, and then I began to think, "You mean there is a place somewhere in this world, probably in Palestine, where his cross actually made a hole in the ground?" I would try to think my intellectual way through to that--this man actually died on a cross in Palestine. I began to imagine Jesus' death on the cross. That's what I did for weeks and months.As I began to come into those verses in Isaiah that say He was despised and rejected of men and He carried our sins--and then I began to see the words that He cried out on the cross, "My God, my God, why hast Thou, of all people, forsaken me, of all people?" I began to see him speaking to the Roman soldiers and saying, "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." Then it was a miracle I suppose of the Holy Spirit, but I sensed that He was speaking right down the centuries and looking at me and saying, "Father, forgive him for he knows not what he does." Somehow I didn't know why He had died, I didn't know what it had to do with my sins being forgiven, but I knew that He had died for me, and that if I had been the only person in the whole world, He would still have died for me. I just had a great sense that He was my dear Friend end Savior. I would say, loved ones, that that was the New Birth experience for me. My heart was changed inside and I began to want to please Him and to love Him, I began to read the Bible and pray and to give my life to Him more and more. So when He appeared to be saying that I should go into the ministry, I wanted to go into the ministry.- more-
