All my life (from as young as I can remember) I have always believed there was a God. In some weird way I was so scared of Him! I was raised by catholic parents who, although they weren’t really practicing, they had a reverence towards the Lord. One day my mother was witnessed to on the train by a lady and what made this very special was that (unbeknownst to me) mum was having marital problems with my dad and my mum had called out to God for help and for TRUTH.......
Alcohol was destroying my life In April 1990 after 16 years of marriage and four children. My life was ruined because of alcoholism. After an argument, I left home to sort my self out. Although I had tried in the past, I just couldn’t change. Why is my life a mess? In desperation I called out to God-“The sun rises and sets every day for thousands of years but I am only here for a short life. Why am I here, why did you make me, why is my life such a......
From an early age, I was constantly interested is the things of God and the purpose of life. I had sought this understanding through religion and institutions, gaining a lot of philosophic knowledge along the way, still remaining hungry for a close relationship with our Maker. After meeting several people who told me their account of healing and overcoming some tough experiences whilst reaching out to God and receiving the Holy Spirit, I pursued in my heart to go after this on my own. At a time when I really needed God......
I was challenged one day about my beliefs in a mainline religion. My arguments seemed flawed. I was shown that when people received the Holy Spirit there was an accompanying sign of speaking in tongues. Out of curiosity I went along to see and hear speaking in tongues. Many questions were answered not by opinions or tenets but by direct Bible verses. I was baptised that day and received the Holy Spirit five days later with the bible evidence of speaking in tongues. I was instantly healed of alcoholism… I was instantly......
Is Alcohol destroying your family – here is the answer Revival Centres pamphlet circa 1998 Ian’s story In 1963, when I was 15, my parents died. My brother and I slept under bridges and lived on the streets, getting by as best we could. At 18, I was already drinking at 7am, often instead of food. I just couldn’t go without a drink. I would frequently drink all night and go to work in the morning drunk. “I would rather have a drink than anything else in the world After I......