Hi girls, I have a copy of a creative writing exercise for a uni class. I hope its ok: A TESTIMONY Dear Theophilus, I thought I would provide you with my testimony, that it may be of benefit to the new clergy. THE ORDERLY TESTIMONY OF AMH I had heard about Him in many ways...from the books I borrowed from the library as a child, from the classes in Christianity I also took then, from the faces and gestures and words of the people around me...but though I had gained a kind of a form of knowledge, it was only when a neighbour sang out melodiously from her front door, that the Lord will provide, that things became even a little bit personal. However, I had no real idea what this Lord was like, much less how I was going to expect the provisions I would need in life. I trundled down many of lifes tracks with little planning as to where I was going, much less where I would end up. There were some dark and sordid times...but still, that faith affirming word from above rang through my mind...the Lord will provide. What is the ultimate provision, for you? Would it be security? Would it be love? Would it be the strength to become someone great? I only ever looked for the next little kindness, to get me through for the moment, for whatever I was involved in at any particular time, and I looked mostly for success for my own devices, which were often revolving around some very selfish and dark momentary goals...(the indulgent one night stand with that guy....the twenty dollars for a movie...a favourable outcome when I needed to make a good impression)... Are these heavenly provisions? What I did NOT truly notice, however, was the way God has mysteriously provided lovely, kind Christian people to grace my path...for all my life. From a godly mother, to a Christian friend in high school, to another Christian friend during a Secretarial training course, to a wise Officer in my Navy workplace...I met a lot of people along the way to truly understanding faith. But what was the turning point, for me? Let me tell you a story. I had gotten into some heavy entanglement with the occult. And I was constantly trying to interpret omens and signs, such as the seven crows in the sky having a fight represents a conflict in your own life, and believe me, I saw them...but one day, in a mental fog, I wandered down to a fast food outlet, where I ran into a bus driver... who happened to be a Christian. I was stubbornly trying to read my horoscope right in front of him, not even aware of the rudeness of it, when he gently pointed out to me that there is a better way. The words hit home. At that moment every experience I had ever had in my life that had pointed me to God flashed through my mind, and I knew he was totally right, and that I had indeed been unfaithful to God. Afterwards I went to a private place and cried and cried. But now I had a new problem. How could I know I was forgiven? A few months later I visited my sister in Sydney, and while I waited for her to pick me up from the train station I noticed a cross on the top of a nearby church tower. Really? Could nothing I ever did break the power of His forgiveness? I must be forgiven indeed. And so I have trusted. And now I have peace, not on the strength of my worthiness, but on the strength of an overwhelming love. He had given His life on a cross. They had smashed nails through His wrists and ankles. They had whipped and beaten Him beyond recognition. And He had allowed it. He let them do it. For us. Each and every one of us, even those that pierced Him. So I, and many many others, could know the strength of that love. That unquenchable love! And He is alive. For He is with me. Many thanks, dear Theophilus, for giving me this opportunity to be of service to the incoming clergy. I hope that this is truly a blessing to many. Yours, AMH Comments will be welcome. Its only a rough sketch.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 09:13:07 +0000
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