fireproof
05-31-2008, 06:58 PM
So i once got accused of being band-wagonesque, so in that spirit il jump on the 'sharing your testimony band-wagon' haha.
So I was brought up by christian parents at a church of scotland (old fashioned, organs, mind-numbingly boring, average age of congregation was 62). I went along with it all the way til puberty then i had enough. The guys went and played five-a-side football on a sunday morning and that was waaaaaaay more fun and interesting thing to be doing so i was 'bye bye church'.
2 Things happened
1) due to an awesome organisation called Scipture Union, i was still getting one week bursts of the bible every summer at camp, i went for all the cool stuff you vould do like archery, abseiling, mountain biking etc etc.
2) My only brother died at the age of 19. ( i was a few months off my 16th birthday).
To fill in the gaps, my brother initially had a real nasty cancer in his leg at the age of 15-16, the hammered him with chemo, removed the tumour and stuck in a metal implant. He was doing great for a few years, doing a music course at college (best guitar player ever, and a wicked pianist) when a single cancer cell that managed to escape re-appeared in his lung.
The signifance here though is this, my brother was a believer. For the last month or so he was in so much intense pain that there wasnt anythign that could help, yet through this he was so completely at peace. He was more concerned about how id cope with him dying than of him actually dying.
My brother had this one facial expression, the mischeivous 'i know something you don't know smile', and on the moment he died he had that smile on his face. That for the first time actually made me seriously consider if there was a heaven.
So 8 months pass, i didnt go to camp until easter 2001. The only reason i went was that it would the last one i could go to as a senior. Through a combination of one of the guys in my dorm/group and the teaching i finally understood. I decided then tha God was the way to go.
7 Years later i still struggle with alot but i know Gods got my back!
Thanks for listening!
So I was brought up by christian parents at a church of scotland (old fashioned, organs, mind-numbingly boring, average age of congregation was 62). I went along with it all the way til puberty then i had enough. The guys went and played five-a-side football on a sunday morning and that was waaaaaaay more fun and interesting thing to be doing so i was 'bye bye church'.
2 Things happened
1) due to an awesome organisation called Scipture Union, i was still getting one week bursts of the bible every summer at camp, i went for all the cool stuff you vould do like archery, abseiling, mountain biking etc etc.
2) My only brother died at the age of 19. ( i was a few months off my 16th birthday).
To fill in the gaps, my brother initially had a real nasty cancer in his leg at the age of 15-16, the hammered him with chemo, removed the tumour and stuck in a metal implant. He was doing great for a few years, doing a music course at college (best guitar player ever, and a wicked pianist) when a single cancer cell that managed to escape re-appeared in his lung.
The signifance here though is this, my brother was a believer. For the last month or so he was in so much intense pain that there wasnt anythign that could help, yet through this he was so completely at peace. He was more concerned about how id cope with him dying than of him actually dying.
My brother had this one facial expression, the mischeivous 'i know something you don't know smile', and on the moment he died he had that smile on his face. That for the first time actually made me seriously consider if there was a heaven.
So 8 months pass, i didnt go to camp until easter 2001. The only reason i went was that it would the last one i could go to as a senior. Through a combination of one of the guys in my dorm/group and the teaching i finally understood. I decided then tha God was the way to go.
7 Years later i still struggle with alot but i know Gods got my back!
Thanks for listening!