I became a Christian a few weeks before my eighth birthday. It was in my father's Sunday School class that I realised that the Lord Jesus had died for my sins. And so, in my childlike way, I received Christ Jesus as Lord and knew that I belonged to him.
When I was in my teens, I used to think that was a very ordinary thing to say – dull even. Sometimes I longed to have a more exciting story to tell, of a dramatic rescue from a lurid past. But as I have got older and, perhaps, a little wiser, I have come to understand that my rescue is just as unique and extraordinary an example of the magnificent grace of God as any other.
During my formative years our church was served by a gifted, expository preaching minister, who nurtured my faith and enabled me to keep pace spiritually with all the other developments involved in what we call ‘growing up’. This prepared me for the rigour of university life where I had to learn to defend and proclaim the gospel.
