“By the grace of God, I am what I am.” I Corinthians 15:10
The writer and journalist Anne Wroe said in a recent interview about her life and work that she couldn’t “recall a time when God and Jesus didn’t loom very large in life.” That goes, I suppose, for many of us who had the privilege of being brought up by parents who were themselves committed followers of Jesus.
Maybe we later put all that to one side, for a whole host of reasons, but returned after a time. Or maybe we have never yet returned, and, looking at what turned us away in the first place, cannot see ourselves ever doing so.
Then there are others who pass all their formative years with no encounter at home or elsewhere with God or any idea of God. If the name of Jesus is ever on their lips it is by way only of an expletive to accompany some extreme of emotion or reaction. But that does not mean there can be no change.
The former Rugby International, Jason Robinson, writes frankly of a broken and chaotic life from his childhood years and into early adulthood. Eventually, when his life was pretty much at rock bottom, he encountered the quiet witness and deep-felt faith of his fellow player Inga Tuigamala. His settled contentment with his life, not fuelled by all the empty pleasures where Jason looked for fulfilment, challenged hi