Usually when people give
their testimonies they start by giving their names. "My name is Ö etc., etc., etc."
Iím a non conventional person so let me start off with a little story.
Many years ago there was a girl (me)
walking down the streets of Montreal. She was very much of a
party person. Actually, she was really running from abusive issues in
her home. The appropriate metaphor for this sounds something
like: There was an elephant in the living room and everyone walked
around it, pretending that it did not exist. (the elephant represents my mentally ill father).
As this young girl kept walking, she was complaining to herself saying, "I am so sick of this life!
There must be something better. Partying is not the answer."
As she spoke to herself, she noticed a church across the street. Since
she felt drawn to it, she proceeded follow her mind and entered into the
The teenager was met with an awesome sight. The sanctuary was round!
This was something she had never seen. The altar was in the middle and
was occupied by a huge cross holding a crucified Christ. She proceeded
to approach the altar and knelt while keeping her eyes on the cross.
A few moments later, the girl felt a deep heartfelt pain. Somehow she
knew that Jesus Christ had given up His life for her. Tears started to
trickle down her face as she spoke. "Oh Jesus, I know that You died for me. Please come into
my heart, please forgive me for all the wrong things Iíve done. Help me
to start over again. Iím just asking You one thing. Let me
experience everything. Donít let me learn from someone elseís
It wasnít until two or three years later that this girl (me) found out that other people
also gave their hearts to the Lord. It wasnít until two or three years later
that this girl found out that there was such a word as ĎSAVEDí.
Minister Francine Stuart Herrington