My journey towards Jesus began in Lagar, England, at a Royal Canadian Air Force base near the city of Nottingham back in 1960.
At age 15, someone asked me to help as a Sunday School assistant. I felt happy to oblige since I could bring my young sister along with me. For about a year and a half, until my father was transferred to Metz, France, I helped out.
To thank me, the Sunday School teacher gave me a Bible, which I tucked away. I never really gave much importance to the gift because I was far too busy being a teenager.
More recently and well into my senior years, I found myself vacationing with my husband in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. During our stay, a very close and dear friend died of brain cancer. The sense of loss hit suddenly and profoundly. I found myself searching for answers: why him, why now? He was such a good man. What are we doing here on earth? Where do we end up? What is the worth of one’s life here on earth?
I remembered seeing a Bible in one of the drawers of the condo where we stayed. I had relocated it to a more out-of-the-way spot since we needed the drawer for other more important papers and things.
I dug the Bible out and for the first time, I sat down and really read what was written. What grabbed my heartstrings stood out right on the first page: “Help in time of need.” I then looked up the passages for comfort in time of sorrow (2 Corinthians 1:3-5 and Romans 8:26-28).
As the days progressed, I continued reading the suggested passages and readings. Just prior to our departure for our home in Ottawa, I contacted the local Gideons, wanting to buy a Bible just like the one I’d been reading. To my delight, they invited me to keep the Bible and take it home with me.
The next step in my journey involved getting in touch with Gideons back in Canada, which eventually led me to Marilyn Ronulfson’s doorstep. She is now graciously ministering to me. Through her, I now have found a church and an entire Christian community.
The Bible also led me back to my first Bible. I found it packed away in a box of old souvenirs from my youth. How I managed to save it while carting it around from posting to posting and our many moves during my married life is a wonder!
Now in my 68th year, I cherish that Bible. I turn to it for comfort, help, guidance, clarity and support. Both Bibles sit next to each other on my night table. Because of that Bible in my condo, I am now walking a different path.
I am a committed Christian. My husband, daughters and grandchildren have also all begun walking with God. My family’s lives have been transformed and I’m so grateful for that Bible being there when I reached out for it in my time of need. That significant event became the stepping stone to my slow walk towards God.