The McIntosh Family A Passion for Jesus
something to me that when the teacher asked anyone who wanted to do the 50 yards certificate I put myself forward. There was I, in the water, all on my own; with everyone watching and I had to swim across the width of the pool and back. Well, I got across one side but on the way back I floundered and had to stop. This was all in the shallow end so I stood up. Although I had failed the teacher was so impressed with me he gave me another chance to do it the following week. I was able to complete it then. I think the fact that I now had God in my life gave me the confidence to attempt these things. I went to Brownies and had the opportunity to go on a camp to Harwich. On the seafront a man was handing out Christian tracts. I took quite a few and took them home with me. I used to read each one in my bedroom and many times I would be challenged. They would say things like For God so loved ……. . (Fill in your own name) that He gave His only Son…. John 3 v 16” Time and time again I would read it, but could not put my own name there. I think I was a Christian but I went through a time when I did not know whether I was saved or not.
My mum went to church and I went to Sunday school with her. I enjoyed the competitions like Sword Drill – this is where you have to find Bible verses quickly. I felt I was very good at it. One Palm Sunday, when I was around ten years old, we had a guest speaker at the church. He was speaking in the service and the Sunday school was in the meeting as well. I can’t remember what he spoke about but when he spoke I felt it was directly at me. I responded in my heart and gave my life to Jesus. I did not know I had to tell any one so kept quiet about what had happened to me for a time. According to my mum she recognised something had changed.
About this time I became interested in what was happening to other people. People like the missionaries who visited the church or ones I had heard about like Gladys Ailwood in China. School life changed for me. I was still a bit distant with other school pupils but found I started to enjoy different subjects like maths and science. I had a good teacher who taught me how to do my Times Tables both forwards and backwards. I also enjoyed even harder maths like the Pythagoras theorem or drawing circles with a compass. He was able to teach me how to bring out patterns in things and it spread to my reading. It made me interested in putting up my hand and answering questions. Once I found there was something I could do I would throw everything into it. An example of this is when I learned to swim. I felt so good that I had even taken just one stroke
Things start to change
These tracts made me realise I had to make a decision and tell someone about what had happened. It did make me start to read and enjoy the Bible. Although I was able to do "Sword Drill" because I had memorised the books of the Bible, this time I was reading it because it was meaning
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The McIntosh Family A Passion for Jesus
Living by God’s Grace
There was I, in the water, all on my own; with everyone watching and I had to swim across the width of the pool and back. Well, I got across one side but on the way back I floundered and had to stop. This was all in the shallow end so I stood up. Although I had failed the teacher was so impressed with me he gave me another chance to do it the following week. I was able to complete it then. I think the fact that I now had God in my life gave me the confidence to attempt these things. I went to Brownies and had the opportunity to go on a camp to Harwich. On the seafront a man was handing out Christian tracts. I took quite a few and took them home with me. I used to read each one in my bedroom and many times I would be challenged. They would say things like “For God so loved ……. . (Fill in your own name) that He gave His only Son…. John 3 v 16” Time and time again I would read it, but could not put my own name there. I think I was a Christian but I went through a time when I did not know whether I was saved or not. The Bank I worked for had a scheme to help team building and offered staff to go on a month of activities in the Welsh countryside. I loved the countryside and put myself forward. I had to have several interviews but after everything I was selected. This was a national scheme and included girls from the police and other banks. I was the only one from my bank so I travelled alone on the train. I passed the time on the journey by doing crosswords, which I could not do very much, but when I returned I was able to do more. One of my memories at the time I wrote down: I climbed up on to a rock about 4 metres high. I was told I had to lean across to the main rock and climb on to it. This made me very frightened. I did not want anyone else to know how I felt, but I let my fear show and burst into tears. Normally when I do this I either get told to "grow up!" and "stop crying". or people try to persuade me it does not matter if I did not do something. Another reaction was to try and make me laugh so I cheered up. Last of all have the task done for me. This was not the case here, my crying did not have the effect I was expecting; I was accepted where I was. I was not let off and encouraged to calm down and told again to lean across the gap. The longer I waited the worse it got. I wanted someone to carry me across. I was not prepared to make the effort on my own. No help came. I had a safety harness and had some support, so after what seemed like ages (probably 20 minutes) I leant across on my own; I was glad I had succeeded. I had enough faith and trust in that person to manage it. They had not rejected me but trusted me. When I returned I seemed to be more confident. Certainly I was able to do crosswords more than I was able to before. My Husband Steve When I was eighteen I met Steve, my future husband. He started to come to the church I went to on a Sunday. It was my mother who first pointed him out to me; he had just bought a new suit and he looked smart. He took me to the cinema and afterwards of all things he took me to a pub! At that time banks still had to work New Years Day and so I had to go to work. When I returned on the train that evening Steve was waiting for me. He told me he had had a dream that God was telling him he was going to marry me. I was shocked and scared. I could not believe God would speak to him about me; nor could I believe someone could love me that way. I clammed up and felt I did not want to be with him any more so I split up with him. We were still friends but I certainly did not want to marry him. Over the next couple of years God was still working in me and I finally agreed to get married to Steve. He had a calling to London which is what I had too; it confirmed to me it was the right place to live. I now retired from my work as a community artist and adminstrator working with local east end folk of different nationalities. I thoroughly enjoy it and now lead classes of my own passing on the printing, photography, computer and hand sewing skills I have learned. Recently God has spoken to me again saying He wants to lead me on further and fullilling the purposes He has for me.
My faith and my work