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How Jesus changed their lives

There are so many people telling their stories about how Jesus changed their lives. And it’s not a simple formula or the same for everyone. We are all on our journey in our lives. We all carry our history and experiences with us. We all need a Saviour. We are all loved by our Creator.

Something Worth Believing In – by Becky

Two weeks after the funeral I returned to The University for my second year. It wasn’t the same; I missed my dad. I spent my days feeling sad and then trying not to feel sad. Mostly I attempted this by drinking, comfort eating, skipping lectures and finding comfort in different relationships.

I cannot do this on my own – by Agnieszka

The death of my grandmother was a real shock to me. For the first time in my life I started to think what would happen to me if I die.

He called me by my name – by Sabrina

I was standing in line like every other passenger, nervously going through all my papers. I had no idea what would expect me the next few months. I didn’t know that God could change my life completely almost overnight. Everything happened on a small island called Hawaii.

Living life to the full – by Pete

As I went from one meaningless adventure to the next I ended up on a bench by the river in Bristol city centre. I had never felt so alone in my life.

Free of Doubts – by Joel

Right around the age of 19, I then started having doubts. Do I only believe in God because my parents immunized faith into me? Does Jesus really exist?

Delivered from the assaults of darkness – by Thierry

It was at primary school, with my friends who went to Sunday school, I heard about God for the first time. I was more afraid than envy. Being young, I was afraid of the future and dark.

My findings with my father and myself – by Patrick

Then, my uncle’s phone rang. The news fell down. His brother, and that means my father, has just died on his working place. I remember the first thing I said  after I realized I would never see him again : “I’ve never told him I love him”. I was destroyed by a feeling of guiltiness.

I choose not having an abortion! – by Raphaelle

“Madam, you have the choice for your baby : your baby dies in your sale, or his life will be very hard. There is no other way : his life is wretched”

Free and happy! – by Claire

My greatest joy is to know God and be known and loved by him. But how is that possible? I mean… who can really know God?!

Healing Broken Relationships – by Jon

I struggled to find acceptance or to believe that I was good or lovable. I know that years of bitterness have caused me to forget any fun times I had at home, but now I can only remember the loneliness, the bitterness and the pain.

The Freedom of Surrender – by Evalina

After months of trying to fill my loneliness with all the wrong things, it caught up with me in a night of partying. I was weighed down with so much shame and was in disbelief at the person I looked at in the mirror. I felt helpless as I started to see that it was more than just the one night of mistakes. I knew that this person I’d become wasn’t me! Something big had to change.

I know who I am – by Katelyn

I fear that people can see right through me—can they see how depressed and lonely I feel inside, how completely helpless and overwhelmed I am, how anxious my every thought is.

Living life to the full – by Pete

As I went from one meaningless adventure to the next I ended up on a bench by the river in Bristol city centre. I had never felt so alone in my life.

He called me by my name – by Sabrina

I was standing in line like every other passenger, nervously going through all my papers. I had no idea what would expect me the next few months. I didn’t know that God could change my life completely almost overnight. Everything happened on a small island called Hawaii.

I cannot do this on my own – by Agnieszka

The death of my grandmother was a real shock to me. For the first time in my life I started to think what would happen to me if I die.

Something Worth Believing In – by Becky

Two weeks after the funeral I returned to The University for my second year. It wasn’t the same; I missed my dad. I spent my days feeling sad and then trying not to feel sad. Mostly I attempted this by drinking, comfort eating, skipping lectures and finding comfort in different relationships.