I was 27-yrs-old when I came to know Jesus. I had lived life the way I wanted to. I did my nurse training followed by 5 years in the QARANC and then started an intensive care course at St George’s hospital. My course was just finishing and a new group was just starting, 2 of the girls on that course told me about a weird girl in their flat who played strange music. I went and visited the girl and found out she was a Christian. We became friends and did sports together.

I had done many things in my life but I felt something was missing, I was not content, I did not have peace inside. If I had a problem or someone else had a problem, my solution was to drink it away but the next day, the problem came back ...and I had a hangover. People could see me as having it all together but on the inside, I’d had enough and wanted a way out.

The girl in the flats started telling me about Jesus. At first I laughed and said, ‘That’s just a fairy tale! No one really believes all that!’ Then she said Jesus died on the cross for me. That made an impact and I wanted to find out if it was true. I bought a Bible from WHSmith and began to read from Genesis. It started off ok until I came to the murders and incest - I didn’t want to read any more. So my friend said, ‘Let’s read it together starting in the New Testament.’

I went to church for the first time and saw two men on the doors who I thought were bouncers. I was unsure if they would let me in but they did. The preacher began to speak and it seemed everything he said was directed at me, I was nearly answering him. I became depressed because I now believed everything I had been told about Jesus. I thought, ‘He will never want me.’ I felt unworthy.

The following Sunday, the preacher answered all the questions in my head. He said Jesus died on the cross for me, paying the price for my sins. Jesus had done it all freely and it was his gift to me. That night I asked Jesus to forgive my sins and to take my life and do whatever he wanted to do with it. I felt a peace and joy that I had never experienced before, what had been missing in my life was Jesus.

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This article originally appeared in the Winter 2019 issue of Changing London, our free quarterly magazine

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