Francis Drake's testimony-
I was born and raised in a non christian family. Somewhere about eleven years old, I met the Lord, alone in my bedroom. His presence was overwhelming love. I got down on my knees and said, "Please don't forget me."
I knew absolutely nothing of the gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ.
I told nobody what had happened.
About this time, my parents started taking us to an Anglican church. I do not recall hearing the gospel there either.
I do in fact remember the minister once telling us about the death of Jesus on the cross. He explained the great significance of his death by crucifixion was that it was the most cruel and painful death ever devised by man, and that was all.
I had read enough war books to know this was garbage because the Nazi Gestapo or the Japanese secret police would torture people for months without letting them die, whereas Jesus died after a few hours. In fact the thieves took even longer to die!
To this day, I remember making a logical decision to utterly rejected what the minister told us about the crucifixion.
That was all I recall being told about the death of Jesus.
At about the age of fourteen or fifteen I remember being with a group of kids from church sat around a bus stop across the road from the church. I don't know what started it, but someone suddenly called out, "OK then, who goes to heaven and who goes to hell?"
At that signal, all eyes turned to Tony, who was slightly older than the rest of us. Being the altar boy, he was also closer to the vicar, therefore closer to God, he would know the answer!
"That's easy," Tony announced confidently, "Good people go to heaven, and bad people go to hell."
As Tony spoke those words, I was lost in another personal encounter with God.
As my head had turned to watch what was going on, my eyes had panned across the church building. It was suddenly as if a blanket of truth had descended upon me and covered me, and I clearly heard a distinct whisper in my spirit."Tony is absolutely wrong, because I am bad, everybody is bad, but God has made the way." And then from the Lord himself, "And I don't live in the church, I live within your heart!"
God had spoken, and it was a settled fact that God lived within me. There was no debate in my heart.
I never told anyone what I had happened.
From what the Lord had said, I took it that he didn't dwell in the church! Therefore from that time on, church became an irrelevance to me and I stopped going. Bearing in mind the uselessness of that Anglican establishment, maybe that wasn't a bad idea.
In my four young years there I don't recall hearing the gospel.
Although God had spoken, I didn't know any Christians and I didn't know what to make of it, so it remained a seed slowly growing amongst many many weeds and stones. I also did a good job of planting more weeds over the next few years.
In my mid twenties, I decided to do another full time college course to become a teacher, but not long after arriving at the distant college, I was knobbled by the "God squad".
Initially I didn't mind too much because I enjoyed baiting them and they made good coffee. However I had no intention of falling for their evangelistic zeal because I knew that God didn't live in the church. However, after a week or two, their words got under my skin and I began to see that they were talking about the God I already knew. It didn't help my case when one of the came and told me that God had told her that I had made a commitment to the Lord as a child! My cover was blown wide open and thus I soon "became a Christian."
Only then did I hear the gospel.
Shortly after that, I was baptised, maybe fifteen years after asking the Lord into my life as a child.
I know that I was born again as a child. I know that his life was within me. You don't hear the voice of the Lord telling you that if it ain't true!
I was a son of my heavenly Father who didn't forget me, who watched over me and guided me back to him as I grew up.