Share your story for Lent: God was like a knuckle in my shoulder-blade

Some people talk about the ’hound of heaven’ when referring to the Lord’s tenacity: to me it has always felt more like a knuckle in my shoulder blade.

Early years
My junior school was Anglican. Later I went to a Methodist Chapel, teaching in Sunday School, joining the youth club and Christian Endeavour – pretty full on, until I left school. As a student I became a Baha’i. I tell you all this to explain that for me God was always there, but as I was young I could keep him in the background. Then I travelled a fair amount and, because I could feel the knuckle in my shoulder, I threw in the odd prayer … as you do.  So I was aware of the presence of the Lord, but as for Jesus he was just another prophet: I leant towards the Bahaii idea of all prophets being of equal value. They were manifestations of the same spirit, merely speaking to different peoples at different times.

Challenged
When my children were small I was part of a group of young mums on my street, and we spent a lot of time together.  One of the group, Jenny, was the daughter of Plymouth Brethren, and she talked about Jesus and her relationship to him. We discussed to the point of argument, and I was having none of it! My, but she persevered. Stalemate……

I’ve always used the library a lot. When I developed an interest in the Albigensians and Cathars, 11th and 12th century heretics, I borrowed all the books they had on them.  Now I can’t tell you the sentence, paragraph or even the precise concept which affected me, but something did …. And do you know what? My friend Jenny had been expecting this turn around. Her prayers were powerful, I think. I knew I had to get back to Jesus. I think the shoulder knuckle had gone into overdrive. That was 30 years ago. My walk with the Lord has been a bit bumpy. But a glorious journey.

Do we choose to believe? I don’t remember making a conscious choice. Maybe the need to worship is in our DNA: some people recognise it; some people are afraid of it; some squash it.

Me?

 

I marvel at the Lord’s grace and persistence. He made me turn to face him,  for which I am eternally grateful. May he bless you all as he has blessed me.
Hazel worships at St John’s, Wakefield.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why Am I A Christian?
My answer to the question ’Why am I a Christian?’ probably says more about God than it does about me. Some people talk about the ’hound of heaven’ when referring to the Lord’s tenacity: to me it has always felt more like a knuckle in my shoulder blade.

Early years
My junior school was Anglican. Later I went to a Methodist Chapel, teaching in Sunday School, joining the youth club and Christian Endeavour – pretty full on, until I left school. As a student I became a Baha’i. I tell you all this to explain that for me God was always there, but as I was young I could keep him in the background. Then I travelled a fair amount and, because I could feel the knuckle in my shoulder, I threw in the odd prayer … as you do.  So I was aware of the presence of the Lord, but as for Jesus he was just another prophet: I leant towards the Bahaii idea of all prophets being of equal value. They were manifestations of the same spirit, merely speaking to different peoples at different times.

Challenged
When my children were small I was part of a group of young mums on my street, and we spent a lot of time together.  One of the group, Jenny, was the daughter of Plymouth Brethren, and she talked about Jesus and her relationship to him. We discussed to the point of argument, and I was having none of it! My, but she persevered. Stalemate……

I’ve always used the library a lot. When I developed an interest in the Albigensians and Cathars, 11th and 12th century heretics, I borrowed all the books they had on them.  Now I can’t tell you the sentence, paragraph or even the precise concept which affected me, but something did …. And do you know what? My friend Jenny had been expecting this turn around. Her prayers were powerful, I think. I knew I had to get back to Jesus. I think the shoulder knuckle had gone into overdrive. That was 30 years ago. My walk with the Lord has been a bit bumpy. But a glorious journey.

Do we choose to believe? I don’t remember making a conscious choice. Maybe the need to worship is in our DNA: some people recognise it; some people are afraid of it; some squash it.

Me? I marvel at the Lord’s grace and persistence. He made me turn to face him, for which I am eternally grateful.
May he bless you all as he has blessed me.
Hazel

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