I became a Christian in 1984. I didn’t need amazing preaching, I just needed to know I had a friend in Jesus.
I was a Mod! I bought my first scooter aged 17 and very quickly built up a gang of Mods. We weren’t particularly bad, occasional fights, lots of booze and one or two messy weekends away.
The problem was I was also a neighbour. I liked to visit an old man who was incontinent. Nobody like him, he smelt. I liked him. It was good to be needed but I also just liked him. We used to go out for walks.
At the end of my working day, I would often come home and find children sat waiting for me to tell them a story.
It wasn’t the life of a gang leader. I enjoyed being a round my mates and brawling and drinking and dancing. It was fun. But I also enjoyed telling stories and walking with my friend the old man.
And one day, I met Jesus and he brought it all together for me. He became my friend and showed me purpose, he showed me how to be a good friend.
As I say it wasn’t spectacular, I just held my hand up and said I want to follow Jesus. What followed had far more fireworks…. but that is another story.