I am 57 years old and have a life full of Jesus. The best decision I ever made had nothing to do with buying a Yamaha Dragstar or whether I should have bought a new Triumph, but it was when I decided to give my life to Jesus Christ twenty-three years ago. The life He gave me back is one full of excitement, filled with love and part of a big family from all over the world.

My work as a Christian Minister takes me into many countries across Europe, often on my motorcycle, preaching Jesus Christ and sharing my testimony with others in the hope that they will see that Jesus' love is the way out of the mess their lives are in and that they don't have to make the same mistakes I did. It's a pity that my life has not always been like this.

I learned to hate, and this hatred controlled my life .....

I was brought up in a family where there was no love and where I felt I didn't belong. At ten years old my fears were confirmed when I was put in a Children's Home. I didn't understand what was happening to me, but from the start I knew I had been rejected. I guess that's when I learnt to HATE and this HATRED controlled my life for 34 years, first against my family and then anyone and everyone.

I spent eight years with 'BACK PATCH' clubs.

At sixteen years old I bought my first motorbike and started hanging around with the 'bike gangs'. This gave me an outlet for my hatred, which was made worse by alcohol and drug addiction. I spent eight years with "back patch" clubs. During this time I broke most of man's laws and probably most of God's laws too. It's strange, because these guys became the family I never had. We were bound together by a code and a common hatred of the world and all it represents.

At twenty-one years old I was in a mental hospital and at twenty-four I was in maximum security jails, and this is how my life continued, full of HATRED, BITTERNESS AND ANGER until that day 23 years ago when I met Jesus Christ.

The preacher explained that in hell there is no love, no joy, no peace .....

It's strange that the father who had me sent away as a ten-year-old boy was still part of my life. He wanted me to do him a favour by going to a special celebration at his church. I went, and for the first time heard someone talking about Jesus still being alive, and this fascinated me. He talked of heaven and hell, and I knew I was going to hell because of all the things I had done. I had no fear because, in the hell I believed in, everyone rode big bikes, the sun always shone, booze and drugs were free and best of all NO POLICEMEN. I was looking forward to going to hell, until this preacher explained that in hell there is no love, no joy or peace. I realised that's where I'd been living and there was worse to come. I guess I didn't want to go to such a place and for the first time in my life I felt fear.

At the end of this meeting the preacher asked for people to go to the front of the church if they wanted to receive Jesus as their Lord. I was the only person who moved. At the front of the church I said a prayer. "Dear Lord Jesus, please forgive me, please come into my heart as I give my life to You." The response from Jesus was immediate. As I felt His love I began crying. I knew Jesus had answered my prayer.

Alcohol and drug addiction disappeared almost immediately. I was able to love my Mum and Dad and I also loved the Police who were the ones I hated the most.

This is only the beginning of the story of the remarkable life Jesus has given me. It is incredible that I can now tell people everywhere about Jesus. For the last 15 years I have been actively involved in the work of the Christian Motorcyclists Association in the UK.

God turned my life around, and He can do the same for you. Just call out to Him today.
Thanks for reading my story.