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Time marched on, Janette and I got married, we had a family. The boys grew
up. I still considered myself a Christian although I didn’t attend
church regularly. Too busy, too much to do. We bred pedigree goats and
had sheep and I saw the miracle of new life all around me each spring.
I was privileged to witness on many occasions that first breath of life
and yet I couldn’t acknowledge the one who created life in the beginning.
One day I had need to pray earnestly. We received a telephone call late
one Saturday evening informing us that our eldest son had died suddenly
in America that very afternoon.I cried out in anguish, “Oh my God,
Oh my God, What do we do”?
The answer came about two or three o’clock in the morning through
telephone calls from America, from people we didn’t know let alone
had met. The help we received from ordinary people everywhere came in
answer to my prayer.
In September 1996 and again in 1997 I had heard the Moray Male Voice Choir
sing in Elgin Town Hall and the sheer sincerity and belief of those men
in what they were singing about, came up and washed over me.
I had once asked Janette my wife why she had become a christian, she replied,
“Christians she knew had something that she didn’t have and
she wanted it”.
That was exactly the position I found myself in after hearing the choir.
Sometime later I approached the leader of the choir and asked what one
had to do to join the choir. “You have to accept the Lord Jesus
Christ as your own personal Lord and Saviour” was the reply to my
question. Oh!, Oh! was my reply to that as I turned and walked away.
This was serious stuff, I had to make up my mind which way I was going
to go. I had to face all those things in my mind which had prevented me
from accepting that which the Bible tells us is the truth.
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