My Testimony

Some 40 years ago, I was very disillusioned with the particular Church of England Church I was involved with. The seemingly blatant liberalization of the scriptures by the new vicar, led me to question just whether any part of the Bible was actually true. But where politics of the day were concerned however, he expressed views that in many respects contradicted the teachings of Christ Himself. 

He certainly hurt me personally, and the thinly disguised innuendo's expressed in his sermons (often extolling the virtues of a radical politician in those days) caused me much bitterness.  

Such was my feeling toward him that on identifying what I perceived to be an apparent weakness in his makeup, a weakness common to many men, I speculated on a plan to get back at him. The plan involved a certain incredibly good looking, "professional lady" I knew. I was considering how I might best persuade her, a friend of mine, to "make herself known to him." I deduced he would be no match for her charms." Such was my state of mind at that time.

Fortunately, the Lord had other plans for me, and things eventually became so impossible, that I left the church without the opportunity to put my devious thoughts in to action. The lady (a prostitute) who's skills I hoped to enlist, was photographed approaching a perspective client in a car and the photograph was used to advantage by a national newspaper who were running an article on vice. Presumably as a consequence of being publicised, she moved away.

Anti Christian

Although I was involved with the Church of England from the time I was a choir boy, as a result of the way I felt about that particular vicar, I became very bitter with the church in general. I came to the conclusion: If this is the church, you can stick it, they're a load of hypocrites. I then concentrated on my secular interest working the clubs as a musician and I had few moral restraints. 

In retrospect, I blamed the church for the views of the one minister, which should not have been done. But I was young, full of ideals, (despite not living up to them) judgmental and lacked the experience of age. I did take a comfort of sorts in words spoken by my old music master, a friend of great standing. He had a long time experience with the C of E and sometimes used an expression that took on a real significance: "Well boy, I may go to hell, but I'll never get near the fire for Bloody Parsons!" 

New Church, New Beginning.

However, some weeks after leaving the church as a disillusioned, still angry young man, I again became involved with the C. of E. despite mixed feelings. I had received a telephone call from the Rector of a village church situated about 5 miles from where I lived. He had learnt of my possible availability and as they required a musician, persuaded me to take on the position. 

This church came as something of a shock. Whilst on the outside to all intents and purposes, it appeared as one would expect a traditional C of E Village Church to be. But in reality it was not, it was as it should be in fact, and that was not in accord with current accepted liberal Christian thought. Not only was the Bible preached and accepted as truth there, some members of the choir were actually making notes on the sermons. This was so out of keeping with what I was used to, I initially thought they must be mad! I soon realised however, that many of the members certainly were not mad, but were caring loving people, and held very responsible positions in society.

Traditional Service, But?

The psalms, responses and all the then commonplace traditional aspects of C of E worship, were very much adhered to. The "traditionalists" did not feel alienated from the conventional known and loved service. Most were very familiar with the various chants & psalms together with the familiar order of service. (Something that now a days is very rare being constantly changed).

The beauty of the book of Common Prayer and the New Cathedral Psalter; I took for granted at the time. Only now do I realise just what a great loss this form of worship, has been. There is in my opinion, room for all good music within the C of E which glorifies God, both modern and traditional. Both were used there, but still within the well known and loved traditional framework. 

The "Inner Ring."

There was within that church, an "inner ring" of "devout Christians." These people had come to know Jesus Christ in reality, thus, their lives and priorities had been completely changed. Even so, they could not be termed as "holier than thou" or "judgemental," showing real love to the "nominal" Christians also. In fact they were a complete contrast to what I had been used to before.

Assuming I was a Christian.

I had always assumed I was a Christian simply by attending church. Here, I was confronted with the reality that knowing something about Jesus, is definitely not the same as actually knowing him personally. 

To cut a long story short, the love of the Lord by a group of this church's members, together with the devotedly sincere witness and faith of the Rector, were influential in my becoming 'saved,' now I knew how. Not that I was going to give them the satisfaction of falling down on my knees in front of them, ugh pride, but as the Lord works, I became so bound up in sin, and faced possible if not in practice, fulfilled consequences, out of desperation I called on the name of the Lord and asked Jesus in to my life. Became saved in fact. Born Again.

Prayed For

It seems, I had been prayed for too, to this end! ... 

My first real experience of the new birth followed a few weeks after receiving Jesus as my personal Saviour and Lord. I was doing a gig at a regular venue and it was going extremely well. People were enjoying themselves and it was what could be described as a very good night. However, I was hit very hard by uncomfortable thoughts during the gig. Is this all there is? Is this the best life can offer? Is this the most enjoyment I can ever expect? So intense was the realization it caused a big turn around in my life. Much to the surprise of my drummer, I packed up gigging altogether. My interests changed completely, and Christian things occupied more of my thoughts. I developed an interest in SW Radio. Particularly stations of a Christian nature. 

Antique Clocks

In addition to listening to short wave radio, I developed an interest in antique clocks and this for a time proved a substitute for my previous great love, gigging. Although giving me a certain satisfaction and interest, I was conscious of the fact that in themselves they were not giving me the answer to the deeper need I felt. However, the clock scenario came about as a result of taking an old Napoleon's hat chiming clock of mothers to be repaired. The back street shop I went to, was owned by a character that would not have been out of place in a Dickensian novel. He was quite the expert in his field, the classic example of an old fashioned craftsman. Coincidently, he listened SW whilst working, VOA (Voice of America) as I recall. Many clocks he had were very reasonably priced and for sale. I purchased an old wooden clock (for just three pounds) and soon became desirous of purchasing more. As such I wanted to sell the rest of my various electronic instruments, in order to buy more clocks.

Via a series of what can best be described as "mini miracles," I was able to sell my musical equipment, and I also gave away a years worth of bookings to one of the purchasers, whom, (if my memory serves me right,) my former drummer accompanied.

I owned an old valve Lowry organ which I used to practise on rather than set up my portable organ every time I needed to practise. I advertised this in "Melody Maker," a magazine I used to read at that time. A gentleman who lived near London, loved the sound of valve amplification in older organs, responded to my advertisement, and wanted to see the Lowry. We arranged a mutually beneficial time in the evening a few days hence, for him to view. 

In order to make sure everything was OK with the organ, I contacted a specialist organ technician I knew, and asked him to check the organ out. This he did whilst I was at work. When I arrived home in the evening, (the same evening as the customer was coming to view,) I noticed the organ had developed a loud hum. After a while, there was a big flash from the back, and that was that. One dead organ.

Embarrassed? 

The customer arrived and somewhat embarrassed I told him what had happened. He was very nice about it and said he would appreciate a cup of tea after his journey anyway. Then he checked the organ out, went to his vehicle, and brought in some electronic components and tools. After tinkering with the organ for a while, it came to life and was soon working well. It turns out he was an electronics engineer by trade.

But even more fortunate was the fact that he himself was a horologist (a collector of antique clocks) and was now more interested in organs! Again, to cut a long story short, the rest of the equipment I wanted to sell i.e. amplifiers, speakers, and a drum machine, were swapped for some of his antique clocks. These included a very nice Grandfather clock, a Fabrique de Paris Minton tile clock, A Bob Pendulum Verge wall clock and many others.

Gigging

I used to get into trouble of a moral nature and "gigging" provided the opportunities. I am convinced that these now "coincidences" were not just chance happenings, but instrumental in my pursuance of more innocuous pleasures. Not that in itself gigging was wrong, but for me, it provided too great a temptation. 

Witness?

On putting my new found (but limited) Christian knowledge to a relative, I was somewhat taken aback when she told me she herself had given her life to Christ. Not only was she born again, but so on fire for the Lord, I realized I was the one that was spiritually lacking. She recommended that I attended a Charismatic meeting at the Westminster Central Hall in London that was to be addressed by Selwyn Hughes the following Saturday. The theme, "Baptism of the Holy Spirit." With a Christian friend, I attended the meeting and recorded it. (1973) 

The Morning Seminar

The morning seminar was disappointing. A film featuring "Christian" Business men, kept breaking down. The jist of the talk by Selywn Hughes was the way the Holy Spirit had moved on Israel as a nation in the Old Testament, and now, after Christ, the Born Again believer could be individually filled and baptised in the Holy Spirit. 

Baptism of the Holy Spirit Note

There was (and still is) a theological division on the: "Baptism of the Holy Spirit" issue. The Rector of my new church lent me a book with the facts, and left me to draw my own conclusions. I take the view now (at the time I did not know much about it) that one receives the Holy Spirit at the time of the "New Birth," (asking Jesus Christ in to ones life) but one can still experience a baptism of "Spiritual Blessings,* and sometimes of "Dynamic Proportions," afterwards. Be constantly filled with the Holy Spirit, is certainly scriptural.

The Afternoon Seminar

The afternoon seminar included the invitation for those of us who wanted to receive the "Baptism of the Holy Spirit," to go down to the front. After prayer, some of the people there started speaking in tongues and praising the Lord. I was still very sceptical and nothing happened to me. I certainly was not going to try to emulate the gifts, they had to be real, or not at all.

The Evening Seminar

The evening seminar caused all hell to be let loose. During the singing of an inspiring chorus, one of the people there started screaming with the most fearful scream I have ever heard. Selwyn Hughes stopped everything and stated there was a "spirit of fear" here. He went on to say that this had stopped many receiving the Holy Spirit in the afternoon. He then proceeded to bind this spirit in the name of Jesus, and the chorus was resumed. This was certainly not what I had been used to in the C of E. 

During the rapturous singing, every one was conscious of more demonic screams which permeated around the building. Eventually one could hear the screams echoing along the passages in the Westminster Central Hall and gradually becoming fainter. I remember thinking there was not a PA, (Hi Fi system) made that could do that, but even so thought there must be a logical explanation, such was my scepticism still.

At the end of the session, when every body had left and the cleaner was about his business sweeping up, my friend and I were removing the cassette tape recorder and sorting the cassettes. Selwyn and his group were praying with somebody who was obviously possessed judging by the unholy noises being made. After the previous experiences, acceptance of the reality of this "supernatural" aspect, was almost taken for granted by me. The point is though, there was no one left there to impress. If the whole thing had somehow been an elaborate con, there was not much point in them continuing the drama. I realized I had missed out. Excited, inspired still, but I still apparently lacked this great Spiritual gift. (Presuming at the time speaking in tongues was a necessary manifestation of having received the Holy Spirit).

In the same time frame 

A short while later, (I can't remember exactly how long as there were so many overlapping things happening to me at that time in my life) I gave a lift to a couple of Christian Guys who were involved with a fairly local church. (This church went on to be the foundation church of the Jesus Army). I had attended this church before (and as far as I can remember, subsequent to the Westminster Central Hall experience) supernatural things were happening there which had stirred up much interest including a TV program about them. Strangely enough the two Christian (passengers) informed me that I needed the Baptism of the Spirit and invited me in to their home, to pray for me. 

I made some excuse, hadn't much time or something similar, but never the less agreed to have a cup of tea. Once inside their home, they took the initiative and they prayed with me that I would receive the gift. And yes, I certainly experienced something, and started speaking in tongues. 

Immediate Temptation

No sooner had I left though, wanting to believe it had happened but still not fully convinced, I found myself following behind a car with a very attractive lady driver who had a young child in the back seat. Nothing particularly unusual in this you might think, except for the fact she was smoking a very large cigar. From that time onward and for the rest of the afternoon, I found myself completely obsessed with very lustful thoughts. So much so that in the evening I actually picked up a "lady of the night." I know we did not have sex, but I came very close to it and our encounters were not exactly innocent none the less.

Never felt more miserable

When I eventually arrived home after my encounter, I was feeling as miserable as sin. I can quite honestly say I have never felt so convicted of sin in my whole life. I went to bed, knelt down and vehemently prayed for forgiveness. It was as if I was praying to a brick wall. No comfort was obtained at all and I felt completely empty. I had received the Baptism of the Holy Spirit and had almost immediately committed adultery. I felt really terrible and thought I had really blown it now, certainly doomed to hell and damnation.

Eventually I went to bed still feeling completely empty and miserable. I started to joylessly think about what had happened and what could have happened. Lustful evil thoughts permeated my mind. I thought I had completely blown my salvation now anyway, so I tried to derive what small comfort I could by reminiscing on the evening. 

Communication

I was eventually near to dropping off, when I heard a clear voice outside of me which obviously attracted my attention. It just gave me a scripture, nothing else. Still half asleep, I pulled myself together and reasoned that I should check the scripture out. I took the New English Bible and looked the verse up. Can't remember the context exactly, but certainly remember the scripture if not word perfect now.

"Jesus knew what they were thinking," (certainly been doing that, thought I'd completely blown it now) and said, "Why do you harbour such evil thoughts, (exactly what I had been doing) "do you not know that the Son of man has power on earth to forgive sins?" OK, it took a minute or two to hit home, but what followed was incredible. 

Suddenly a complete transformation came over me and I found myself walking the room as happy as could be. I was praising the Lord and speaking in tongues like there was no tomorrow. What a shot in the arm, never will I forget that experience. Thank God for his mercy. 

Sequence of events

Many things were happening to me over a fairly short time period. Looking back now, whilst I can remember some of the events, I cannot put them in to chronological order. In retrospect, I wish I had kept documented records.  

Our "Haunted" House

In our house at the time, we had experienced some strange happenings. Nothing too serious and we tended to take them for granted. I live in a double fronted house and was prone to play my stereo very loud. This could be done without disturbing the neighbours as it was situated in the end room of our end house. On some occasions, whilst knowing there was nobody there, I used to hear banging on the bedroom floor above. As if somebody was annoyed at the music, and complaining. Didn't really worry about this, used to joke about it in fact, upset old "Fred" again. 

However, a lady who was the chief bridesmaid at my wedding came to stay for a while. One night she woke up screaming. On investigation, she informed us she had seen an old lady bending over her bed. One night also, I woke to hear the hot water tank filling up. I found the taps at the various sinks, were turned fully on. My late Mother also stated she had seen an old lady looking out of the window on one pf her visits. Even so, we (my wife and I) did not consider these things to be a big deal. But after replaying the cassette tapes I had made at the Westminster Central Hall previously, especially the demonic scream part, the "presence" in the house took on a much more foreboding and frightening nature.  

Recording Christian Radio

During this period again, a Christian friend used to come over of a Sunday night and we listened to the Christian recordings I had made from the various Christian radio stations. Notably HCJB & TWR. My old Halicrafter, (former ships radio) was in the bedroom and was sometimes used to tune in to the stations, although I had other SW sets as well. 

3rd Party Witness

On one of these occasions, I had gone down stairs for something. On returning my friend informed me he had just rebuked a spirit. He said the door had opened and a very cold and evil presence had entered the room. He said I ought to tell our Rector about it. I said I would but first wanted to investigate whether something more natural might have been the cause. I started swinging the other doors to and fro to see if it may have been a draft. 

There was in fact an electric cable jammed under the bedroom door in question which supplied power to the sound resistant cubicle I had built. With limited facilities to record directly from the radio to my tape recorders, I sometimes used a mic. The bedroom had the old fashioned 5 amp round pin plugs, 13 amp plugs were comparatively new then and the supply to the cubicle came from an extension lead plugged in to the one 13 amp plug on the landing. 

Despite my draft making efforts, the door did not budge and knowing my friends integrity, I agreed to tell the Rector. This I did and provided him with as much information as I could relating to my experiences. Fully expecting he would drop everything and come and get it sorted straight away.

The Exorcism

A few days later, the Rector and his wife showed up in the evening. I remember in particular his wife praying, and then she accurately described our cellar including the positioning of the shelves. And She had never been down there! 

They both then prayed over my two children who were just babies then. The other bedrooms were also prayed over. Subsequently, the down stairs rooms were prayed over too and nothing un toward happened. 

Then it came time for the cellar. I was naturally very curious to go down there with them, but they insisted on just going down themselves. After a while they emerged and informed us that the problem we had had was caused by something (presence?) in the cellar, down by the cellar steps in fact. Also everything was all right now, the problem had been dealt with, and not to talk about it. (I wanted to knock the wall down to see what was behind it). 

Footnote

As a footnote, approximately a year later, I was clearing out the cellar and on moving some stuff from in front of the wall by the steps, (the cellars very untidy) I discovered some bricks were missing, about three in all making a hole. Curiously I put my hand through and found an old flintlock pistol! After praying that any phantasms or projections associated with it would be destroyed, I eventually sold it after first showing it to the Rector. The money I realised was used to pay a hooker to come on a boat trip with me and another Christian friend. 

The Boat Trip

The time preceding the trip, my friend and I were both walking a tight rope. On the one hand we desired winning this "lady of the night"  to the Lord, but on the other, we were both facing a very obvious temptation. The trip however went well and "the prostitute" even had a go at steering. But apart from allowing ourselves the pleasure of a kiss, we did not otherwise succumb to her charms despite being very tempted to do so. Talking of the Lord revealed the lady had a little knowledge of the Bible all be it with parts of the old & new testaments mixed up in her mind. However she eventually gave her life to Christ. (I hope now we enlightened her as to what she was being saved from) However, as a first convert, we were thrilled to bits.

The Sister

I subsequently wrote to her and if my memory serves me correctly, gave her a Bible. One letter addressed to her, was replied to by her sister, who was also on the game. She informed me that "M" had gone to Birmingham, but she (the sister) wanted a chat.

Taking the step of faith, I went to her home and talked of the Lord. Flatteringly, she even ignored punters knocking at her door whilst I was there. This happened on a few occasions but unfortunately my witness ended un satisfactorily. She suddenly started accusing me of ringing her at all hours, something I hadn't done. I suppose now, this accusation may have been an excuse to get rid of me, or someone had been ringing her, and she assumed it was me. But obviously I was no longer welcome in her house.

It was about this time I realised that when one witnesses to a "professional lady" in order to win her salvation, one stirs up a hornets nest and a good knowledge of "Spiritual Warfare," is desirable. Any liberal Christian who does not believe in the powers of darkness and Spiritual Warfare, should try it sometime.

Satanic Attack

Another "happening" is remembered around this period. I had told a Christian friend that I sometimes experienced attacks of a satanic nature, inflicting me. He asked if I had anything that was part of my past that the devil could latch on to. I remembered that when I was gigging, I had kept a diary of my indiscressions in the form of a note book. I had drilled a hole in it and put a padlock through. Ironically, I had hid it down the same cellar. He insisted that I destroyed it.

We both went down to retrieve the note book, found it, and then I could not find the key to unlock it. BOTH of us suddenly felt extremely fatigued, like we had been doing a weeks work without any sleep. Quite frankly, an evil darkness came over us both and whilst the Christian has ultimate power and authority over such, this evil presence was so frightening, we were both literally scared to death. We  struggled back up the cellar steps, entered the front room and threw the book on the coal fire.

The very real evil presence was all around us. We both hit the floor and were fearfully praying. But still the evil was there. Can't really remember what further happened, except the book was burnt, and obviously we came out of it ok, else I would not be writing it down now. 

The Business

Later on I had a small business. Very specialised and there were very few people engaged in the same line of work. Things were looking good and together with a wonderful now unfortunately deceased employee, the business was prospering with a large turn over and significant profit margin. The nature of it was such that in addition to supplying some major firms, we also had customers who were relatively small. These we looked after well too.

Then came the Tory (Margaret Thatcher) years and I soon found I was owed a lot of money. The country was in a recession and again to cut a long story short, I lost £20,000 in bankruptcies which nearly bankrupted me as well.  However, I still had one reasonably large firm I dealt with and a few small ones. Then, out of the blue the larger firm cancelled their order. A competitor had undercut me and gained their custom. 

But, I was really walking in faith and in a close relationship with God at that time. Although I was asked, what was I going to do now, how would I survive and pay the bills and all the other negative criticisms, I was not in the least bit worried, such was my faith in God. I may have seemed mad, but I confidently stated the Lord would find a way. It was real trust, no messing. In fact, the memory puts my present walk, to shame. 

About a week after losing the order, out of the blue I had a telephone call from the works manager of this firm. He said he would quite understand if I refused, but they had been badly let down and would I continue to supply them. I had 15 articles of their product made, and said I would, but wanted cash on delivery, this  was agreed to. I then somewhat casually, (still at the back of my mind not ruling out coincidence) praised the Lord and thanked Him.

But something was wrong, the intimacy I had felt before, was no longer there. I remember asking the Lord what the problem was. Knew I was not as appreciative as I could be, but it perhaps was just coincidence afterall. I later received a phone call from one of my smaller customers. He said, "Hey did you hear what happened to X" (the firm that had taken my order) I said  I understood they had some problems, and couldn't get the work out. "Problems," he said, "their whole dam factory collapsed and they were only left with one machine they could use." What caused that I said. "No one knows, it's a mystery." Then I really and heart feltingly did praise the Lord. And He no longer became distant. 

The Mystery

Such is the hypocrisy of business, soon after that I was having lunch with the manager of the business that had pinched my order. I said, I heard you had a few problems, what happened? I was informed that the factory had collapsed and despite having surveyors in, which engaged in digging big holes in to the footings of the factory, they could not find an explanation as to why the factory had collapsed. Pure Coincidence of course .........?

Seamy Side Again

One day I happened to be driving along a street that was sometimes frequented by prostitutes. On this occasion, a very attractive lady caught my eye. When I looked back, she turned away. Don't think it bothered me too much, as I was not looking for business. However, I was a little curious. A few days later I tracked her down having a drink in the nearby pub. Again to cut a very long and involved story short, we developed a friendship that lasted some 25 years.

I was always trying to bring her to the Lord, and she always thought she was too bad to be saved. She had had a strict Catholic upbringing that was very law based. On the plus side, she had no doubts about there being a God. She also knew the implications if there wasn't. She fully understood them.

She delighted in her profession and loved what she was doing. The times when I have sat in her house talking with her and the constant interruptions as she had a client, are very many. However, I constantly prayed for her. 

Late Night Bible Reading & Prayer 

During this period, I always looked forward to late night Bible reading and prayer. I can honestly say that at that time also, my understanding of Proverbs 5, 6,& 7, (much reference to prostitutes) was somewhat superficial. I did not take it too seriously. The Lord shown me the proof of what was written in Proverbs. Through this lady, line by line, verse by verse. Basically, I knew what was going to happen next. It was like a play, and I had the script.

Be Careful How You Pray

After some months of praying and not  visibly making any progress with her spiritually, one evening, well at 1.20 am (still evening to me) I really contended with the Lord and asked Him to convict "X." I remember the time especially as because of a bad memory, I had now taken to writing notes of my prayerful experiences. My prayer was very fervent. I might add that also, like so many, I had become completely infatuated with her. But, I also knew, whilst still hoping, that I had to lay this aside in the main cause, that she would get saved.

The power of prayer

My prayer for her conviction had been on the Saturday night. (Early Sunday Morning) That same Sunday morning, about 7.00, I had to take the wife to work. On returning home, I received a phone call. It was "X." She asked me if I could pick her up from a friends house. She was very shaken. 

Dutifully, I drove to pick her up and she was indeed in distress. Her stockings were torn and she generally looked like she had been through a mangle. She asked me if I would go with her to her house and check it out before she would go in. I obliged and was then given the full story of what had happened. 

"X" had been soliciting during the early hours and succeeded in picking up a punter. They went back to her place, went to the bedroom and were about to do business. Then the (almost classic scenario) wardrobe door opened and a man appeared. The punter took flight and ran down the stairs and out.  

"X" was herself pushed down the stairs by the intruder causing her severe bruising which she showed me. The intruder escaped also and "X" distraught, went to the house of her friend, also on the game. What time did all this happen, I asked. Oh it would have been about twenty past one. 

Point of Entry

On arriving at her house and looking round it, I found the glass in the back door had been smashed and undoubtedly used as the point of entry by the intruder. "X" became very worried about the house's security. I told her of an engineer I knew that could make some security grills to put over the windows as he was very good at wrought iron work. She was keen that I contacted him. I can't remember whether she accompanied me or not, but I then chased a round to track him down. I wanted to see if he would make decorative security grills to cover the windows internally. That started a new line of business for him incidentally. He measured up, and a few days later, I installed the security grills for"X" over the windows. (Footnote, usually one waited weeks to get anything made by this engineer).

Anyway, back to the Sunday morn. The time was getting on and I had to do my job at church at 11 am. On arrival I explained all that had happened to the Rector. (I was completely at ease in keeping him and the fellowship abreast as to what I was about).

That Sunday afternoon I visited "X" to see how she was. It's amazing how quickly a "professional woman" recovers. She was still some what shaken though, I persuaded her to come to church with me that evening. She did, and did not dress down for the occasion either. Red High Heels, Short Skirt etc. On arrival the Rector asked her how she was now, and gave words of comfort. She sat by me whilst I did my musical duties. Most knew by then what she did for a living, and she was still lovingly welcomed. She attended three other services at different times after that, including a nine lessons and carols. 

Incident

One evening I was telephoned late and asked by "X" if I would go to her house. Apparently a distraught punter had broken her front window and was using threats against her. She had telephoned the police, but hey had not turned up. On my arrival, the guy disappeared and I swept up the glass, got hold of the police myself, and the community bobby eventually showed. Explaining all that had happened, "X" was somewhat comforted. So I left.

When I arrived home, I found the doors to my house had been locked and bolted, and I could not get in. My other half was obviously not happy about what I was about. I subsequently returned to "X's" house and she said I could stay. She rang my wife to try to explain, but was hung up on. "X" then moved her little daughter out of her bed, and said I could sleep there. (Not my idea admittedly) I remember as I lay there, having the distinct impression of being pushed further down in to some evil abyss. On waking in the morning, "X" brought me a cup of tea, and I then headed home not knowing what to expect and praying very hard.

On arrival home, I found my wife was there with my parents. Not a very good scenario. But I had prayed, and things eventually settled down.

Two Christian Ladies

Another incident that comes to mind. "X" developed a lump in one of her breasts. Fortunately, it turned out not to be serious. During her time in hospital, she was befriended by two Christian Ladies from an evangelical, non conformist church. When "X" was discharged, they paid her a visit. "X" rang me and asked me if I would go to her house to meet them. These ladies were so in love with the Lord, so spiritual that "X" was positively squirming as they talked with her, but then, so was I. All I could do was to feed them the right questions. i.e. How did you find Jesus and the like. Two lovely Christian ladies that had quite an impact on "X," and me.

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Evolution: The impossibility of chance evolution. Also links to Creation Science web sites. Evolution?

Bible Prophecy: Touches on some of the many prophecies. Fulfilled and Being Fulfilled NOW. Bible Prophecy

Get Saved: Specifically designed for the Sex Worker. We are all sinners irrespective of our profession. Jesus wants you to be save to. Leads you to know personally our Lord & Saviour Jesus Christ. Get Saved

Forum: Cut and thrust, opinion. Forum

Chat: Church Chat Room. Chat

Bible Study: Many different translations of God's word, the bible. Web based search & concordance + Bible Study

Contact Us: Membership 

Email  Contact

Problems: Help. Problems

Personal Testimony 

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