Three Coffees

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Harry

Harry
I joined the army at 16 to get away from an oppressive Catholic regime. Life in the army was spent drinking and carousing with a lot of coarse language.

It was when I was at the lowest point in my life, 28 years later, that a friend told me of his God. I knew that He was what was missing in my life. I met several Christians who lived the life and wish I could say I was the one who found God. Truth is it was me who was lost. He wasn’t the same being who I’d left at 16. This God loved me; thought I had worth. I confessed myself before Him and begged to be allowed into His life.

Since then I’ve married and both of us attend our ‘family’ church. The changes in my life have been dramatic and lasting but still ongoing. I’m being renewed.