I grew up as a nominal Protestant but never heard the gospel. My father was a diplomat, so we travelled the world. Washington, Dublin, Paris, London. I was always the new face in school. My parents taught me right from wrong. I had a tender conscience.
At age 16, I joined the British Royal Marines Commandos, and learned to fight, swear, get drunk, commit fornication. I saw active service in Northern Ireland, and led a rifle section in the Falklands War with Juliet Company, 42 Commando Royal Marines. I got drunk every Friday and Saturday night for nine years with few exceptions.
After I left the military, I attended the University of Toronto to learn why the world was in the mess it was in — wars, hatred, racism. I wanted to learn about myself. I studied Taoism, Buddhism, Marxism, Freud — got no answers. I developed a drinking problem. I left university depressed, and decided to hitchhike around the world to find answers. I was headed for Tibet to study Buddhism.
In Spain, I was picked up off the side of the Autopista by Mardy MacTavish, wife of the local Canadian missionary. Her husband, Dan, fed me, let me have a shower, gave me a bed for the night, told me the gospel. I though there must be some truth to what he said. He told me to read John, Acts, Romans, in that order. I did.
I gave up my hitchhiking and returned to Canada to investigate Christianity. A stewardess on my Air France flight saw my Bible, sat down, told me her testimony of how she went from Hinduism to agnosticism to faith in Christ.
Back in Ottawa, I returned to my old ways or drinking and fornicating. But I heard an open air preacher from Open Air Campaigners, Chip Welton, preaching the gospel, and thought there had to be some truth to it. Everywhere I went, I found gospel tracts. I read them and saved them.
My life was a mess. I was selfish, self-centred, miserable — contemplated suicide. One day, my desire to drink disappeared. I never even asked God to take it away; He just did. Shortly after, I repented and asked God to forgive me. I trusted Christ and His death, burial and resurrection for my sins. I repented for many weeks. God saved me. Christ is today my hope, my Shepherd, my Lord. He died in my place, for my sins, every one.
God has worked a great work in me, and continues to do so. He cured me of my drunkenness in a moment, in what I call a Class-A Miracle that ranks up there with the parting of the Red Sea.
I was once a professional killer, but am now a non-resistant follower of Christ. I am trusting Him for my eternal salvation.