Show me the Truth!

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I had good parents, but they were not considered ‘religious.’ I had to attend Sunday School until I was 12 years old.

At the age of 14, I started listening to music that later formed the foundation for the early life decisions I made! Soon I began experimenting with what some call ‘soft drugs’ such as marijuana and drinking. Like many others, I discovered that there is no such thing as soft drugs. They are gateway drugs.

I had fun being with the crowd, but late nights and heavier drinking with harder and more dangerous drugs, inevitably led to less interest in school and my family. My marks nose-dived until I just scraped through my final school year.

By this time my ‘sin choice’ led me to drug abuse practically every night and most days as well. During this period, a couple of my friends committed suicide. That shook me up, but only temporarily.

While on a trip to Toronto, as an 18-year old, I over-dosed and ended up wandering the streets. The Ontario Provincial Police picked me up and I was admitted to the Lakeshore Psychiatric Hospital for treatment. I was warned to stay away from drugs and drink, but within six months after returning home, I went back to my old habits. I had no control or will to get off this suicidal path. I was not consuming drugs and drink – they were consuming me.

Despair crept in, leading to weeks of depression and hopelessness. I remember going to nightclubs after using drugs and drinking and just standing among hundreds of people, feeling very alone and tired of life.

Finally, I decided to buy a Bible. In my darkness I challenged God: “If you are God and you are what the Bible says you are, show me the Truth!”

A friend of mine was also searching for truth, and we talked about God in a general sense. She eventually found salvation in Christ and started to witness to me. For the first time someone actually told me about the Lord Jesus Christ and His saving grace! She invited me to attend her baptism, and I accepted.

On that sunny Sunday afternoon I felt my prayers were heard. There were approximately 100 people at the lake  witnessing the baptism, and every one looked different – they were happy! I thought to myself, “I want what they have!” That night I was invited to hear the Gospel message for the first time in my life. It seemed like the preacher knew everything about me. Of course he didn’t, but God did and He was doing a work in my soul. No one had to convince me that I was a sinner, but the best part of the preacher’s message was that God loved me and proved it by the cross at Calvary. I realized then and there that Jesus died for me!

I knew I needed salvation. I had to get my sin debt settled. I read verses like “Ye shall seek Me, and find Me, when ye shall search for Me with all your heart” (Jeremiah 29:13), and “I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by Me” (John 14:6). That evening I trusted the Lord Jesus Christ as my Saviour, and I passed from death unto Life.

Ron Mills

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