The day I found the Lord, May 16th 1993 I walked down the prom to tell two friends that I was no longer suicidal, as I had been three days before, but that I now had the love of Christ in me and everything was going to be ok..
I was aware that living in the same house as them was this guy called Pete, who Sherry had described as being a little 'different'. What Sherry meant was that Pete was clever, had been to Uni.. and that Pete was an athiest!
For something like four hours Pete and I battled it out that day, and remember I'm a brand new Christian with hardly any Bible in me.. what could I say..
All I could think of was, "Whilst you were yet still sinners, Christ died for you"!!! To say Peter wasn't too chuffed at this is some what of an understatement.. he was livid...
I won't tell you the rest of Pete's testimony.. maybe I can get it off him and place it on here some where... the most important thing is that twelve months later Pete arrived at my flat after telling Sherry he needed to talk to me.
"I know God now, and I know the Holy Spirit" he told both Tony and I in my flat... we both did one to my kitchen to make sure we had just heard this 'athiest' say what we though he had said....
I don't have the space to write everything Pete and I have been through in the past fifteen years, it would take pages and pages.
What I can tell you is this; for years I was in the wilderness as far as my faith was concerned. During that time I said things I am not proud of, did some thing that weren't too cool either, and through it all Pete kept coming to see me.
He could have chosen to stay away, a brother in rebelion after all is what I was, no place for an active Christian to be.
Pete chose to stand by me, he is the brother I never really had a child.
On May 20th 2010 I stood by the side of him, well one side of him.. as he married the love of his life, Katherine.
Bless you both Pete and Katherine in the years to come, we wish you only the best ...