So I’d spent 3-4 months wrestling with Christianity, from the creation evolution issue, to understanding that it was all or nothing – not just a going to church thing. I could see I couldn’t make myself a Christian, yet I couldn’t see how it would happen. And then it did.

One evening I found myself in a discussion with my Mother & Sister in the kitchen about life the universe and all that. The conversation came around to Christianity and I found myself explaining to them some of what I’d learned over the last few months. And I said something like the following –

“What this Christianity lark is all about is a personal intimate relationship with Jesus – that’s what these Christians are on about.” Then I tried to explain how it was more than just believing and I said, pointing to the back door, “Do you see that back door? (they did!) “Do you believe it’s there?” (they did) “Do you trust your life to it?” (they didn’t) “That’s the difference.” I said.

Now I’m not sure who was most surprised by this, them or me. As I heard myself I realised I sounded like I believed what I was explaining. So a little later I remember standing with a cup of tea deciding whether to go and watch TV or go upstairs to read a booklet a Christian friend had given me. I went upstairs. Read the booklet. And life happened.

I can’t remember the Bible verse printed in the booklet that hit me, but I knew God was speaking to me through it, and that was me. Whatever it took, I was now God’s.

Next time I’ll say a little about what I think the Bible says happened to me.