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JArt
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JArt

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    Gender:
    Male
    Birthday:
    Jun 20, 1990 (Age: 26)
    Biography:
    I am a 23 year old man living in the North East of England who works in TV production. I became a christian in late when god came back into my life and now I'm all for him.
    Testimony:
    I was brought up by Christian parents and when I was a little boy, I remember loving God. One time I remember, I think I was in first school, in the middle of a windy playground I remember praying to God, I don't remember what I said but I think I asked to feel him and his spirit. I remember it because as I prayed a warm wind wrapped around me and I remember just knowing that was God. When I got to being a teenager, I wasn't sure whether I did or didn't believe in God and the world around me became more important and interesting. When I was at uni, things started to go wrong at home. My Dad had a heart attack and lost his job, my Mum was diagnosed with MS, my parents and my sister became depressed and things at home weren't pretty. But things in my life personal life went pretty well. I got good work really quickly, and advanced quickly in everything I did and enjoyed my job. What I couldn't get my head around was that I wasn't living in a Christian way and didn't really believe but things were great for me and my family who did have faith were having the worst time. I thought if God is real why do I get all the good and my parents get all the bad? This crushed my faith completely for some time. In that time I started wandering further and further away from God. But I could never shake the fact that there was something missing in my life. I had a stupid idea about the right person completing me, if maybe I just met them, or maybe if I indulged in enough of the things I enjoy that would make me happy. So I spent, and I drank and I was promiscuous, virtually all the time. But frankly all that ever did was make the hole bigger, and me more lonely, every relationship I’ve ever had has fallen apart because it didn’t meet the expectation I put on it to be the thing that stopped me feeling like that. I became depressed and about 6 months ago, I didn’t have any hope, and I didn’t have any value for my life.
    But my friend Jess kept encouraging me to come back to church and kept trying to get me to talk about it. I wasn’t convinced but when I was out in Newcastle with her one day I just felt the need to try and pray, so I went outside on my own and with all my heart I cried out to God “Please, if you could just fix things for my family, I would do anything for you, I would give up anything for that”. Right then, I felt a warm wind wrapped around me so that I would remember it was him, and I just felt like God opened my eyes and told me, “I don’t want you to come home because you’ve made a deal with me. I want you to do it because you love me like I love you!” That broke my heart, and Jess will tell you I cried in a bar in the middle of Newcastle for like an hour. I spent a week after that desperately trying to find more out about God, reading the bible, watching videos and sermons, over that week God opened my eyes to all the things I’d been doing wrong in my life and why I was so empty without him. I had a moment where it hit, what he’d done and what I’d done and I got down on the floor and I weapt. I felt like I would never stop crying, but I couldn’t have been down there more than a minute when I felt like God said, “Stand up!”. When I did, all the pain, all the shame, all the hurt, all the guilt, it stayed on the floor. I stood up into a joy that day that I can not describe. On that day God baptised my soul with his spirit, so today I’m doing it with water to honour him and what he’s done for me.