- Parent Category: History
- Category: Personal Stories
- Published on Saturday, 01 July 2006 12:39
I was born in Toronto, Ontario in 1945. My father was extremely interested in music. So in my teens I began playing in bands with my dad. My ambition in life was to be a jazz musician. But I really lived for pleasure. Being a Christian was the furthest thing from my mind.
Moving away from home to go to university meant no more parental restrictions. To me this was really living and I pursued pleasure and sin with increasing intensity. During my last years at university, I was introduced to drugs. I thought drugs were opening my mind to new realities. How deceived I was!
After graduating I worked as a professional musician in nightclubs. My family and friends thought I was doing great, but inside I was empty. I began to investigate eastern religions such as Hinduism and Zen Buddhism. I soon found that trying to lift myself up to God on my own power was impossible. Eventually I left the entertainment business because it seemed so artificial. I was looking for something real but didn’t know where to find it.
About that time an elderly widow for whom I was doing some work began to speak to me about the Lord Jesus Christ. Although she was very kind, I didn’t believe her. Instead, I argued in favor of eastern religions.
I tried to change my lifestyle, but I was powerless. Habits now had me in a vice-like grip. It was like waking up in the middle of a nightmare, only this was real. What happened to the bright future I once had? Life had suddenly become a dead end. At twenty-five years of age, having forsaken all for pleasure, I was all alone. I felt like I was sliding down a greased tube with no one to help me and no hope of escape!
This was the worst time of my life. I had been proud, self-willed, and self-righteous. But God made me see that I was spiritually lost and on my way to hell. Although I knew very little about the gospel, I did know that I was a sinner without strength to save myself. I needed a Savior more than anything else in the world. One afternoon in June 1970, like a drowning man, I simply placed my trust in the Savior of sinners, the Lord Jesus Christ.
A wonderful thing happened that afternoon. The Lord saved me - without special feelings, visions, or anything spectacular. What joy filled my soul as I learned truths such as “the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth from all sin” (1 John 1:7). There was no more guilt. The Lord Jesus Christ had washed me white as snow and that, in Him, I was a new creation.
Slowly and steadily, the Lord delivered me from my enslaving habits. I began to cry to the Lord in prayer because I could see that He was the answer to all my need.
Since then, I have been through good times and difficult times. One thing I always appreciate is that God is faithful “... there hath not failed one word of all His good promise, which He promised...”(1 Kings 8:56).
“Now unto Him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think ... unto Him be glory...” (Ephesians 3:20-21).