Testimony

I often wonder whether I'm wasting my time and money with this website. I don't have talents or abilities that equip me for what I want to do i.e. tell the world the truth about God.
I do, however, want to metaphorically (and sometimes literally) shout it from the rooftops, and this website is the result. It's the testimony of someone, a nobody in the greater scheme of things, who is compelled to tell others about the true reality of our existence.
I sometimes feel discouraged when I compare my site with those of some of the millions of much more talented and clever people out there.
What sustains me, though, is my passion and enthusiasm for sharing the Gospel message of God's true character. A message I know to be true, and a message that is literally life-saving.
That's why I'm putting my time, money, and meagre literary and website skills into this when I might otherwise be golfing, fishing, surfing, hiking, and sightseeing, all of which I enjoy.

The word "passion" has roots from the 10th century meaning the sufferings of Christ on the Cross.
The word "enthusiasm" has ancient roots meaning "divine inspiration".
I used these two attributes to describe my compulsion to share the truth before I knew their etymologies had religious elements.
I think that's neat.

What I also think is neat, and personally reassuring and encouraging, is that Jesus chose mainly ordinary people to be his original disciples e.g. fishermen and shepherds. One of the best-qualified disciples on paper (maybe the best) was Judas Iscariot. Yes, that Judas...
In that light, I don't feel so inadequate!
Check out 1 Corinthians 1:18-20 and 1 Corinthians 1:26-27

My personal story is unremarkable. What's remarkable is what I've found.

In brief, however:
I'm married with two children. Like everyone else, we've had our problems and have the baggage to show for them. In the big picture, however, you could say we are relatively fortunate. These days, I'm trying to always look at the big picture i.e. God. For me, it's the only way to stay sane in this crazy world.
I was raised an Anglican and went to a Uniting Church school, however I knew nothing about God, whether He even existed, and next to nothing about the Bible.
After leaving home, church was not a part of my life, except for weddings and funerals.
Only in recent years did I start looking at the bigger picture, and God took the opportunity to gradually make Himself known to me; sometimes with a quiet word, sometimes with a hammer (necessary due to my thick head).
Still, I sat on the fence for several years looking around at all the new scenery before I made the decision to surrender my life to God and join the Seventh-day Adventist Church (yikes!).
What originally presented as an impossible leap of faith over a yawning chasm of ignorance, doubt and skepticism was by then only a small step over a few immaterial issues.
I was convinced, convicted, converted.
No coercion, no brain-washing, no naivety, no gullibility.
My eyes were opened, my thinking transformed.
I had found true reality and it changed everything.