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Saviour's Day?  Before Him...


Saviour's Day? When was the last time you told someone your story, your testimony of how you became a born again Christian...what your life was like before Him?

That’s what Saviour’s Day is all about. It’s celebrated just one day a year (1st Sunday in May) but hopefully it’s something we do much more often than that! Saviour’s Day is not just a time to share the Gospel…it’s a time to share your story.  When you tell someone about your life before Christ, how you lived and how He found you, the circumstances that brought you to accept His love and forgiveness, we are blessed and encouraged!

Everyone has a story. We’d love to hear how your relationship with the Lord began. To add your testimony please E-MAIL it to us.  


"And they have conquered him by the blood of the Lamb and the word of their testimony..."  Rev 12:11 ESV

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I always thought...

I always thought there was something out there, but truly didn’t believe that any God believed in me.  I led a dark life as a drug dealer and spent most of my life in jail. I would have to say that it all began at the darkest loneliest time of my life. I had nothing left but enough drugs to end my  life, my family and all my friends had given up on me. I decided to go to a local shelter to overdose because I was close by. My decision was to check in and go to the bathroom and end my life. Everything went as planned I got my bed and went to the washroom. For some reason I said “If there is a God please help me take my life”. Right then a worker walked in and called for me, it was like he knew exactly what I was up to. He told me that he was not mad that he knew what I was going through and that he had been there before. He asked if I wanted help and I said I would but was utterly hopeless and would not make it. He told me he could get me into detox and we took that route and from there I went to treatment. I kept hearing how Jesus saves but I wasn’t really understanding until I relapsed and came back. I really didn’t think sobriety was an option anymore and didn’t want to stay, until out of the blue I knew I needed God and wanted God. I went back to treatment and started a ALPHA course, it was holy spirit weekend and I felt God, I felt the spirit go through me. At that moment I knew God was real, I got a message that I was going to help a lot of people. I knew then that God was there for me all the time and the most noticeable was that time in the bathroom, when he sent his messenger to help me. Now it’s 3 years later and I work for God in a Mission and I have helped many people with their journey into sobriety and with God. I am so blessed and love God and know he loves me and for this I am so thankful.




It was a time...

It was a time in my life when I was questioning my purpose. There had been a lot of pain in my life when my parents divorced and my mother left us.  I thought that it was my fault that my mom left and if she couldn't love me who could?  I wondered if there was a God and why we were here?  I told God one day "If you are there please reveal yourself to me."

One day I was at the stove cooking something when I heard a voice. The voice told me "Go down stairs."  I went downstairs not knowing why I was going there and wondered what that voice was that I heard.  As soon as my foot hit the carpet at the bottom the voice said "turn on the TV."  I went and turned it on and watched 100 Huntley street.  The man on the TV was talking about Jesus and how he healed people and raised them from the dead.  Somehow these stories of Jesus touched me and made sense to me for the first time.  At the end of the program I said the prayer to accept Jesus in my life.  On my knees I cried and cried.  I could feel the presence of the holy spirit in my life for the first time ever.

A while later I had a desire to go to church. I was afraid to ask my Dad because I thought he would laugh at me.  I took the chance and asked him if we could go to church.  He thought it was a good idea. We went to one that one of his colleagues went to.  Here I learned how to pray and how to live the walk with Jesus.  One day when I was saying my prayers in bed a strange jumble of words and sounds came out of my mouth.  It scared me so I stopped praying.  I learned afterwards this was the gift of tongues.

That was 27 years ago.  I haven't always been faithful to Christ.  I have slipped away many times but he has been committed to me.  Right now he is using my 4 year old autistic son to sanctify me (but that is another story).

Marlene Lawrence 



I had grown up...

I had grown up in a Christian home but never really accepted it.  When my parents divorced when I was a kid, I struggled a lot.  I blamed everything on God and completely turned my back.  I got into many things I shouldn't have.  So one night when I was in bed, staring at the ceiling, I came to the conclusion that I needed out and there was only one way to do that.  I got on my knees beside my bed and prayed and asked for forgiveness.  I wasn't feeling any different afterwards but then I started shaking dramatically.  I wasn't cold and I didn't have a fever.  I then reached out to a small blanket on my floor. When it hit my back I stopped shaking and began crying.

I will never forget that night.

Niagara Falls, ON


One afternoon...

One afternoon I was just walking in the kitchen within my house and the radio was on PRAISE 106.5. Right at that moment there was someone talking about trying to make time for God and trying to make Him a priority in your life. There was a woman who shared some things that helped her to do so and at that moment God guided me into the decision to try this out, to spend a little time with Him. At this time I was in Grade 6 and I began trusting in Jesus. I found that my trust wasn't completely in Him and as I went through grade 7 my heart was still being transformed. In the beginning of grade 8 I went to a camp with my school and we had a time of communion. It was held in the woods where God's glory just shined in every direction. My life was truly transformed then and is continuing to be changed, as well as shaped, everyday. Thanks Jesus for a blessing me with an awesome radio station and an amazing family, as well as a life changing school, for the way I know Him the way I do today. (at the moment I'm almost finished grade 8) :D

Carissa Yuen


God gave me "A future with hope"...

God gave me "A Future with Hope".

I have lived a HOPE filled life since 11.00 PM on Friday 10th April 1959. That was the night my life was changed for good, forever, after several years of traumatic experiences, including the sudden death of my wonderful father when I was still only 12 years of age.

Added to this grief, was the great sense of loss I experienced when our small farm was sold. It seemed that everything I had loved was suddenly taken away, and it was hard for me as a young boy to see my donkey and even my dog being taken away.

Five years later, at the age of 17, I was still grieving over the sudden death of my father and was so very unhappy at home with my Mother by adoption, in Ballygawley, Co Tyrone, Northern Ireland, that I ran away to England, not only to try and escape all the things that made me so unhappy, but to try and begin a new life.

This new life was to take me into the Army and the Royal Engineer's Regiment at Aldershot in Hampshire, but very soon, this new life became even more painful than the old life back in Northern Ireland. Whilst on a weekend leave from the Army, I discovered that the young lady to whom I was engaged to be married, did not love me any more, and our engagement was broken off.

This stirred up all the previous grief that I had struggled with in the past following the loss of my father.
I was so devastated by what had happened, and it hurt so much to be alone, that I came to believe that I just could not carry on living the way I was, life seemed to be so very painful and pointless and I felt nobody really cared about me and nobody loved me, the pain of rejection was horrible. I knew about God from Sunday School and Church, but I did not know Him, I had religion without a relationship, so I never thought of crying out to Him for help.

Instead, I attempted to end my life by swallowing a handful of tablets with the help of alcohol.

I have read - "We can live for 40 days without food, 8 days without water, 4-6 minutes without air, but ONLY SECONDS without HOPE."

I was introduced to hope by John, a member of the Parachute Regiment, he contacted me in the Bar of the NAAFI Club in Aldershot, just a few days after my suicide attempt.  John introduced me to a living God that loved me, a God that could give me HOPE and a NEW LIFE, a God that would never leave me nor forsake me and a God that could heal my broken heart.  After a brief discussion, John and I left the Club and walked for about ten minutes, then we prayed together in Holy Trinity Church, in Victoria Road Aldershot. This was part of my prayer - "Oh God if you can heal my broken heart and dry my tears and give me hope, I'll go to the Nations of the world to tell them of the hope you have given to me."

Suddenly, I felt as if someone was hugging me and the hug felt so good, as I relaxed in the unseen arms, for my tear filled eyes were tightly closed, I felt all the pain and grief, also all the hopelessness and blackness drain from my life and in it's place flowed a river of life, joy and peace.

I got up from my knees that night, a changed man, as I began my personal relationship with Jesus, I had been born again and from that moment on, I would have the life of Christ inside of me. I had been taken out of the kingdom of darkness and was now a citizen in the kingdom of God's dear Son.

Rev Jim Patterson
London UK