Earlier this week I mentioned that I have decided to get baptised, and today I want to share just how this came about. Why? Well, God has done some incredible things in my life in the last few years, and I really wanted to bless you by sharing this with you. I have left names and specific details out – believe me, it could me much longer – for confidentiality and personal reasons – but the essential message is clear. I also think it may help some of you who read this and don’t really meet me or see me, to know a little bit more of my story. I will be giving my testimony at the baptism service itself, however I only have 5 minutes at the service, and of course not all of you will be there, and this allows me to go into a bit more detail and share with some other people. To give my full testimony, which I will do some day, I have come to realize would take over an hour to speak about fully, yet alone write. I want for now to focus on my story of the last three years, the journey which has led me to this point in my life.
I want to join the story at the moment I joined Vineyard Church Sutton, in September 2006. I told my pastor and assosicate pastor clearly what I felt my calling and gifting was – church leadership – but deep down I refused to believe it, as I had for a long tim. In fact, in hindsight, self-pity, self-doubt and fear, at that point, was my security. This lack of faith in myself, self-pitying, bitterness and resentment was almost defining me, not my faith. This began to change after I joined the church. I had just started counselling for my anger problems, and I underwent in Spring 2007 Personal Prayer Ministry with our church. During one of these meetings, God told the woman who was praying with me four specific things God was saying to her about me. That I had a lot of common sense, that I was emotionally intelligent, had a deep spirituality and a strong committment to to the purposes of God.
I was shocked. I tried to deny this, and expressed my doubts to those praying with me. However, the person praying was one of the wisest, perceptive and God-hearing people in my church, and there was no doubt she had heard from God. It was only since that day that I started to notice these qualities in myself.
In this time I began to see who I really was. That the stressed, angry, immature, over-sensitive, easily intimidated, grieving person I acted like wasn’t really me. It was who I used to be. It was a child inside me which had been controlling me without me realizing, and that the real me was someone totally different. Someone I had never really met, didn’t know or understand, and that God was starting to reveal through the counselling, prayer ministry and through my new church.
Later that year got an even bigger shock. A letter from my pastor, asking me to join the ‘leadership community’ of my church, a group of several people who are leaders or potential leaders amongst our church community. It was the first time anyone in church leadership had asked me to lead, or expressed a belief in a gift of leadership. I could hardly believe it. I thought it was a joke at first, but soon realized that it was a serious request. I remember my fears with my counsellor, who I met with directly before my first meeting, and talking with her about leaving my ‘old self’, the child I had acted like for so long and allowed myself to be for so long. When I walked into that meeting in January 2008, it felt like I’d let go of that child. For the first time in my life, I felt like a man. I felt like I belonged.
In April 2008 I was best man at my best friend’s wedding. It was big deal for me, a person who never felt he got picked for anything, never got near any responsibility. In front of old friends who assumed that this old self was who I really was, I had responsibility, I had to manage the day, manage people, give a speech and oversee everything. It went well and was a roaring success, and my speech got a lot of plaudits – and I was reminded that I had also got plaudits for my other best man’s speech at my Dad’s wedding, and that for someone who never thought he’d be a best man, I’d now done it twice.
For a long time I’d lived a little in his shadow, which wasn’t his fault and not necessarily even mine. It was just how we were. I needed to find my own identity seperate from him, in my own church. This allowed me to do that even more.
That winter I read with my house group a book about taking steps of faith. As we came to the end, I began to feel strongly once again a call to leadership. God had long been given me a passion for church, for exploring and understanding more about what it means to follow Jesus, what it means to do church, and exploring the way of God as something deeper and bigger than religion, and for communicating this in innovative, fresh ways. It was at this time it began to crystallise into a clear vision of what God wanted – and still wants – me to do with my life.
In January 2009 I completed a 40-day discipleship course with my church, ‘Flow’. The idea of this was to orientate our daily everyday lives around our faith. Daily Bible verses, daily prayers, spiritual disciplines, reading, studying and conducting spiritual exercises, both as individuals and in fellowship. It proved to me that I could do these disciplines if I focussed myself, and committed myself. It also confirmed the things God was already telling me. As part of this course I did a course called the ‘Network Course’, and it revealed that my principal gifts were teaching, leadership and encouragement. I spoke with my associate pastor – probably to get him to tell me that it wasn’t accurate, so that I didn’t have to believe it – but he affirmed me in those gifts, saying that he could see all those gifts in me.
This again shocked me to a degree. Or rather, it scared me. Because it showed me that these visions and dreams I had thought about, these ideas I had, the things I had been writing about, might actually become a reality, and that God really had equipped me with the gifts I thought I had, and that I needed to pursue these ideas. This, I realized was who I really was.
The area I really needed – and still constantly need – to work on was my character. My confidence. My fears and insecurities, my doubts.
For this I had to back to my past. I enrolled on a Living Waters course. This took me back to my childhood, my past, my pain. It helped me explore these in the context of and in the presence of the reality and presence of Jesus, and showed me in a safe environment how these things were linked to my present insecurities and fears. I got prayer and healing, and in this time began to realise how little I had thought of myself, and how much I mattered to God. I understood my fear of rejection and abandonment – by women and by anyone I got close to. I understood how all this time fear had been my god and been ruling my life. I got a certificate of adoption by God, to help me realise that I belonged to Him, and that He would not abandon me.
My problems didn’t disappear overnight, but the process of healing was well and truly begun, and I had the support of an amazing house group and good friends through all this time. My counselling, combined with work at Living Waters, had given me control of my anger. The rage that controlled me had – and has – gone. It was time for the counselling to come to a natural close as well. I had become more self-aware, more confident, more understanding of my own problems and issues and developed ways of dealing with them, I had built up a network of friends to support me, and grown up in many ways, and realized how much I still had to learn. I was taking more of an active role in church, in particular with the creative arts team, involving speaking at the front and preparing things for church, and my writing had improved and developed, and I was reading more than I ever had.
But there was one surprise to come.
I spoke with someone about getting healing for my epilepsy. Before I had even thought, I said outloud “Why would God heal me? There’s more important people than me, I’m not good enough to get healed”. I stopped myself. I realized what I had said.
At the church service the next Sunday, my pastor talked about the Holy Spirit and about demons. He spoke about how sometimes we allow things to consume and overtake us, and they become demons. He mentioned anger, and I immediately connected. I then realized exactly what God had been doing in my life, how He had healed these demons. I realized I had other ones chasing me, my fears and insecurities, that I still have (and we all have some) and felt confident that God would take care of me. But there was something deeper this time. Something I had not even realized within myself, which was buried so deep only God could reach it.
God spoke to my heart. My heart went warm, tingly and felt filled with power and peace. God said these exact words to me (and it chokes me up even writing them):
“You think you’re worthless…but to me you’re worth everything”
Before I could think, I was crying. Crying is something I rarely do, but I was overwhelmed. At that moment the communion bread and wine came out, and got up and took it as soon as I could. I realized that all this time, and maybe even now, that in my heart I saw myself as worthless and not good enough. That for all the confidence and strength on the surface, inside I didn’t think I was worth anything, even to God. God made it clear to me that no matter what I thought I was worth, that to Him I was worth absolutely everything.
It still feels uncomfortable thinking I am worth everything to Jesus. It still makes little sense to me. But I guess that’s grace for you.
I have been through so much and grown so much, but I feel I am only beginning. Now I’m on a journey with my friend, brother, Father, and Saviour, to understand and truly believe the words He said to me. That I am truly important to Him, no matter what happens to me in my life. That He really does have a plan for me. That the dreams, visions and desires of my heart – and the ones He has put on my heart – can really become a reality.
Now I want to publicly announce this. I want to state publicly what God has done, what God still is doing and that whatever happens in the future, that He will be the one I turn to. He will be the one I orientate my life around. He will be my protector. He will not abandon or desert me. He will be with me always, and that I am worth everything to Him. I want to thank Him publicly and pledge the rest of my life to serve and honour Him.
That’s why I am getting baptised.