So was asked for the rest of my testimony as it was cut off... here she is
My old man suicided when i was 7, and at his un-funeral the priest at the church he went to told me, while trying to be all helpful and loving like "God took your father, it was his time. He needed him"...
my reaction as a little fella was.... "wait what? God took my dad? but i want my dad... God is a jerk"
and as a 7 year old i made a real and knowing choice that i didnt like God very much and that he was jerk...
anyway i met this girl who was a few years older then me and was the daughter of one of my dads work mates.
her name was sam...
she was the only person that really took me seriously and listen... and sat with me in sadness.
she too had a thing against God but more so didnt believe God was real... but also said that if God was real... he is clearly a jerk...
anyway we hung out alot and at the time she was more or less my only friend and she taught me more about love and kindness and how to treat people then anyone i have met to date...
a few years later i was 16 and it was fathers day... which in general for a kid with no dad kinda sucks.
but sam would let me share her dad for the day and we would all hang out.
anyway this time she called me and said hey im gonna drive over and pick you up, be ready in about 20 ok?
i could feelin my spirit (not really knowing what a spirit was at the time) something was not right...
so i told her not to come but she insisted
so, i who oddly enough was attending a christian school, had heard of people talking about prayer and how it works and such.
so i went and kinda made a real awkward prayer that was like "errrrm God... it would be cool if you could keep sam safe as something tells me this aint gonna end well."
and i felt peace straight away....
so an hour past and no sam.
i then got a call from her brother saying she fell asleep at the wheel only real briefly and crashed into the back of a parked truck...
oddly enough...
i was not shocked by this and that peace stuck..
that freaked me out more than anything else...
anyway, got a ride to the hospital and had a chat to the nurse on duty.
who filled me and her brothers in on the shindig and pretty much that it didnt look good at all.
we hung around for a few hours until we were told they can only keep her alive on a machine and that there is nothing they can do.
her folks made the call to pull it.
but let us (her folks, brother and i) sit in if we wanted to as they removed the life support.
so i watched her die...
and i was not afraid for her...
i was sad, wrecked and alittle angry...
but not at who i thought i would be...
more angry at circumstance then anything else...
anyway to jump a head a few weeks, i talked to the chaplain at the school i went too, and asked about this God notion and that i felt this peace after praying and i think i had an experience with these Jesus fella...
so we talked for a bit and i asked what do i do to learn more about this guy?
he said read mark...
a few days later i give him a call saying...
yep done it... now what?
he said read john...
few days later same thing...
yep done it... now what?
he says come in and talk to me...
so i go hang out with him and we chat about the things i have learnt
we chatted for a bit and i brought up that i have read about this baptism shindig and am keen find out more about it, as all i knew was someone pushed you under water, but from what Jesus and John the baptist had spoken about it seemed like heaps more.
so i got baptised a few days later in some huge waves...
and since then have been on some interesting and crazy journeys.
from meeting this girl who was hardcore right wing conservative and becoming the same as to impress her and her family...
to then feeling dead in that and so swinging to the extreme left and becoming religious in my unreligiousness...
to where i am now...
trying to find that middle.
that place of being in harmony with God.
that place above religion and what i think is right or wrong.
God has taken me on some crazy adventures.
sharing the gospel around the street,
hanging with the homeless
getting beaten up on the street.
spending time with people that the church often calls evil and shady.
and im loving it, its tough, and some times really hurts... but its good.
there is the summed up version of the last 22 years haha yeah good times aye?
its funny you know, sam, this chick that hated God, showed me more of His heart then anyone i have ever met, more then any preacher or christian in general.
she was rad...
take care kids.
marc
My old man suicided when i was 7, and at his un-funeral the priest at the church he went to told me, while trying to be all helpful and loving like "God took your father, it was his time. He needed him"...
my reaction as a little fella was.... "wait what? God took my dad? but i want my dad... God is a jerk"
and as a 7 year old i made a real and knowing choice that i didnt like God very much and that he was jerk...
anyway i met this girl who was a few years older then me and was the daughter of one of my dads work mates.
her name was sam...
she was the only person that really took me seriously and listen... and sat with me in sadness.
she too had a thing against God but more so didnt believe God was real... but also said that if God was real... he is clearly a jerk...
anyway we hung out alot and at the time she was more or less my only friend and she taught me more about love and kindness and how to treat people then anyone i have met to date...
a few years later i was 16 and it was fathers day... which in general for a kid with no dad kinda sucks.
but sam would let me share her dad for the day and we would all hang out.
anyway this time she called me and said hey im gonna drive over and pick you up, be ready in about 20 ok?
i could feelin my spirit (not really knowing what a spirit was at the time) something was not right...
so i told her not to come but she insisted
so, i who oddly enough was attending a christian school, had heard of people talking about prayer and how it works and such.
so i went and kinda made a real awkward prayer that was like "errrrm God... it would be cool if you could keep sam safe as something tells me this aint gonna end well."
and i felt peace straight away....
so an hour past and no sam.
i then got a call from her brother saying she fell asleep at the wheel only real briefly and crashed into the back of a parked truck...
oddly enough...
i was not shocked by this and that peace stuck..
that freaked me out more than anything else...
anyway, got a ride to the hospital and had a chat to the nurse on duty.
who filled me and her brothers in on the shindig and pretty much that it didnt look good at all.
we hung around for a few hours until we were told they can only keep her alive on a machine and that there is nothing they can do.
her folks made the call to pull it.
but let us (her folks, brother and i) sit in if we wanted to as they removed the life support.
so i watched her die...
and i was not afraid for her...
i was sad, wrecked and alittle angry...
but not at who i thought i would be...
more angry at circumstance then anything else...
anyway to jump a head a few weeks, i talked to the chaplain at the school i went too, and asked about this God notion and that i felt this peace after praying and i think i had an experience with these Jesus fella...
so we talked for a bit and i asked what do i do to learn more about this guy?
he said read mark...
a few days later i give him a call saying...
yep done it... now what?
he said read john...
few days later same thing...
yep done it... now what?
he says come in and talk to me...
so i go hang out with him and we chat about the things i have learnt
we chatted for a bit and i brought up that i have read about this baptism shindig and am keen find out more about it, as all i knew was someone pushed you under water, but from what Jesus and John the baptist had spoken about it seemed like heaps more.
so i got baptised a few days later in some huge waves...
and since then have been on some interesting and crazy journeys.
from meeting this girl who was hardcore right wing conservative and becoming the same as to impress her and her family...
to then feeling dead in that and so swinging to the extreme left and becoming religious in my unreligiousness...
to where i am now...
trying to find that middle.
that place of being in harmony with God.
that place above religion and what i think is right or wrong.
God has taken me on some crazy adventures.
sharing the gospel around the street,
hanging with the homeless
getting beaten up on the street.
spending time with people that the church often calls evil and shady.
and im loving it, its tough, and some times really hurts... but its good.
there is the summed up version of the last 22 years haha yeah good times aye?
its funny you know, sam, this chick that hated God, showed me more of His heart then anyone i have ever met, more then any preacher or christian in general.
she was rad...
take care kids.
marc
