Psalm 107 vs 19-21
Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble,
and he saved them from their distress. He sent out his word and healed them; he rescued them from the grave. Let them give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love and his wonderful deeds for mankind.
This is where I truly met Christ for the first time. Yes God had always been watching and had preserved my life, but God was a story to me. He didn’t really perform miracles and heal the sick. At this point God wasn’t my God, but the God of my mum and others. I found Him okay in moderation, but anyone who spoke about this “God thing” too much, I avoided like a plague.
Christianity was a thing I would take seriously once I was married and had lived my life. That all changed when I fell ill. I was in hospital for three months and the doctors had no idea what was wrong with me, I even had open surgery. I was on so many drugs to control the pain, but none of them worked.
The picture above shows me in hospital with my mum beside my bed. Now the pain was so bad and I had lost so much weight., my life was truly hanging in the balance. Now what I’m going to say will demonstrate the true extent of the foolishness, stubbornness and pride of mankind. My mum was a Christian and had found Christ a few years before all this. Faced with death did I ask her to pray for me? no way. There was absolutely no way I was going to ask her to pray to “her” God or admit that she might be on to something with this whole “church thing”.
Instead I prayed without uttering a single sound. I will never forget it ever. I said within myself “Lord I am sorry for everything I have done”.
That was it, so short and simple, but those words changed my life forever. The same second I uttered the last word the pain I was in vanished. I can’t even explain it to you without taking away from how great it really was. I then turned to my mum and said “mum thank God” and she did. I didn’t even tell her what had happened until the next day or so. Here was this woman who could not get me to pray with her at all, and now here I was asking her to praise God.
I was completely shocked – God was real, it wasn’t a story. Ever since that day things have never been the same. I have this permanent conviction of the reality of God, even when I try to ignore it, I only deceive myself – it’s literally seared into my heart.
Did my life change straight away? No. It was the beginning of a journey, one I am very much still on. Every time I doubt, I look back at that moment and remember that instant when God showed up in power. He is just as real today as He was right there and He is working, ready and mighty to save.