I came to faith in 1993 after the birth of our son, Aaron. Having always thought of myself as a Christian, I wanted to have my son baptised and so I contacted the vicar of our local church. He persuaded me – and my wife, Suzanne – to attend a course called ‘Christianity Explained’ so that we could learn what baptism and Christianity was all about, and decide whether or not it was really the right thing for us to do. Well, we went along each week for six weeks and I was extremely challenged and, I am ashamed to say, I gave the vicar a hard time! We eventually finished the course and had our son’s baptism service, but it wasn’t until a few weeks later – after much reading of the Bible, soul searching and prayer – that ‘the penny finally dropped’ and I came to repentance and gave my life to Jesus!

For months previously, I’d fought tooth and nail against making a decision for Christ. I was carrying a lot of baggage and the truth be told, I was frightened of making a commitment. What would it mean? What would I have to do or give up? I knew Jesus was real and I could feel him drawing me, but I couldn’t, or wouldn’t, let go. I even tried to turn away from Jesus but I couldn’t shake Him (thank God). It seemed that almost everywhere I turned I saw ‘signs’ pointing me back to Christ… churches or crosses or Bibles or other friendly Christians smiling at me and inviting me to things! I had absolutely no peace at all and so in the end I quit fighting it, threw in the towel and surrendered.

Twenty seven years later… one thing I can say is this: I have never met a Christian who ever regretted making that decision.

R. Ian Seymour