I wasn’t brought up with church, although I was in the Cubs and Boy Scouts and went
to church with them. I didn’t really believe, although I was never brave enough
to say I was a non-believer. But hey, it’s not really “macho” to go to church is
it? and anyway the people who do go seem to be different don’t they? That’s what
I thought anyway, what a “mug” I was!!
In April 2008, my world fell apart when I lost my darling wife Yvonne to cancer.
This is when my journey began. I got a phone call from St. James Vicar, Phil asking
if he could come to see me to talk about Yvonne’s funeral arrangements. Anyway he
can and we talked, it wasn’t easy for me but I could tell that he cared. The next
time I met him was at Yvonne’s funeral. He did such a wonderful service, everyone
said so even the non-believers.
I decided to come to St. James, more of a Thank You to Phil than anything else. So
after much deliberating and false starts, I finally came to a 6pm service. I felt
like a “fish out of water” and must have looked like one too. It was only a small
congregation but everyone made me feel welcome. The lady I sat next to during the
service suggested I come along to a 10am service as it was much livelier. So I came,
don’t know why because I had already decided I wasn’t going to join in and I certainly
wasn’t going to sing. But you know what, I really enjoyed it and I even sang a few
words too. After a few weeks, I learnt that the “Alpha Course” was shortly due to
start, so I went along mainly to try and find out where I was and more importantly
where I was going. I must say I learnt a great deal about myself, mainly what fool
I had been not letting God into my life.
So where am I now?
Well, I know I am on the right road at last, not far down it yet but certainly moving
in the right direction and getting closer to our Lord God everyday. “What a fantastic
feeling” and you know what? People who go to church are different. Kind, gentle and
caring. God Bless You All. Thank you for sharing my journey so far.