Paul Betenson

In May 1998 Leith’s sister, Tamsin, came over to here for a holiday from Australia. She has been a Christian now for some 5 or 6 years. I knew she was a Christian and thought it was a shame that a strong-minded girl like that needed a crutch, an emotional crutch … Christianity. While she was here I had a strong urge to speak to her about what I believed. Anyway, one night, everyone had gone to bed and Tamsin and I were standing in the kitchen talking. She patiently listened to my rather strange beliefs and then without criticising them she explained to me how she became a Christian. I knew her before she was born again and let me tell you she wasn’t the nicest person I had ever met. As the hours went by, I began to think that maybe just maybe what she believed in made sense. We finished our chat at about 3am. I was still sceptical, I had been down this road before and it had ended in me thinking Christianity was this big con. As the days went by I thought more and more about what Tamsin had said. Slowly but surely I began to see the light so to speak. It was hard work and I spent most of my waking day thinking about it. I finally gave my life to God lying on my back in bed crying for forgiveness and acceptance by Him. I felt this wonderful warm glow, I was tingling all over. It was great. The next morning I woke up and remembered the feeling I had had the night before and thought maybe I was just tired … No, no it must have been God. This is how my thought patterns went for the next couple of months. Slowly but surely, the Lord showed me that He was there for me and all I had to do was … nothing. Through His grace I had been saved.

There was no blinding flash of light, no personal visitation by an angel. Nothing like that. God knew exactly how to open my eyes to Him … and He did. Thank you God.