Prayer for Revival

A group of Christians from several churches gathered at Ebenezer on Saturday 9 April to pray that God would revive his church in this country. Pastor Steve Packham of Southern Cross EvangIMG_0504 (1)elical Church spoke about how as a young man he had gone to a meeting to encourage evangelism. As he and his friends came out they were fired up to start going out to talk to people about Jesus. They decided they couldn’t do it straight away as they had commitments and then it was Christmas so it would be a very busy time sot it would be best not to bother people until after that. The upshot was nothing ever got done. His point was that the church in general has no zeal or urgency to reach the lost. We are surrounded by people who need the Lord but we are mostly concerned with our own lives.

 

John’s Story

I was born in Southwest London in 1962 and did not grow up in a Christian family, in fact I went to Sunday school twice whilst a young boy and found it very boring and never went again. I left school at 16 with no real qualifications and as I had been in the army cadets for three years I signed up to serve in the British Army.

During my 13 years in the army I served several tours of duty in Northern Ireland during the conflicts. I also served in the Falklands War in 1982 and first Iraq war (Desert Storm). In 1991 I left the army and began my civilian life.

I met the most wonderful girl in the world in 1996 and four years later in 2000 was going to marry her. My life was complete, or so I thought.

Three months before we were due to get married I came home from work one evening and found my wife to be in bed with my best friend. My whole world fell apart. After throwing my friend out I sat down and spoke to my fiance and she confessed that she had been having an affair with him for three months. That was it; the end of the relationship.

Two weeks after the split I took 50 paracetamol tablets and tried to slash my wrists. I didn’t want to live anymore.

Although I survived my suicide attempt I lost the plot and I stopped going to work. This caused me to fall into rent and council tax arrears and in August 2000 I found myself homeless when I was was evicted from my council flat.

I slept rough in different areas all over London using day centres to keep clean to get close washed and to get affordable food. I used to go to food handouts in London the majority of which will run by Christians. One evening 8 April 2001 I was invited to attend an evening service at Southwest London in your church In Putney by a team from that church that provides food every Sunday under Waterloo Bridge. I agreed to go that is a purely selfish reasons as I wanted to warm on that freezing cold and wet Sunday evening.

I sat in the assembly hall of the school where the service was held and when the worship team began playing we all stood up to sing. Much to my amazement I was singing along to “Come now is the time to worship”. I am normally very conscious of the fact that I can’t sing so this seemed very odd to me as I don’t normally sing in public. The next song was “My Jesus my Saviour” and again I was singing along but felt something staring in me but did not know what it was. By the end of the service I felt

at peace, something I had not felt for so long. The time of ministry was held at the front of the church and anyone who wanted prayer could go forward for it. I watched as people went forward and eventually I went forward and got prayed for and gave my life to the Lord that night.

I eventually got off the streets in April 2002 and moved to a shared house run by Kingston Churches Action on Homelessness and I was baptised on 12 December 2002.

I found my faith at the age of 39 and have had the privilege of serving the Lord in youth work as a street pastor and thank God I found my faith when I did or may not be alive today.