Bill Wright

Bill Wright              

My testimony of the greatest day of my life until I see Jesus face to face

I was born in 1937 in a village in north Wales called Rhos--- My father was in the army somewhere, life as I remembered was as an urchin. No one  cared for me or my sister, we came and went as we liked. My Grandmother seemed to be in our bed, the three  of us. We often slept in abandoned shops until the air raids came and we went to shelters on our own. My mother never existed for  me, I have no visual recollection of what she looked like. I once ended up in hospital at about 5 years old with sceptic fingers, rickets and a scabby scalp. The life we lived was showing itself in this. We scavenged fish shop bins and anywhere else we could scrape up something. Once my  father came to visit (I ran  away from him) as I didn’t know him.  One day a man dressed in a blue uniform (probably the Salvation army) asked us if we would like to go to the pictures, of course we would, my sister went, we never ever had contact with my mother or grandmother again. We lived with my dad’s mother, then we were taken to the Shetland Isles , my father had married again, this was about 1944/45 My stepmother loved us but never gave us hugs or kisses, my dad remained in the army for 30 years. My sister and I were like wild animals, we were disobedient, broke things, spoke a funny language so tempers were frayed, I lived in a sort of security but as a bed wetter was often woke up about midnight pulled out of bed and shouted at. Love has many trials. My stepmother was  not blest with patience or understanding but she persevered , I understand her predicament now more now than I did then.

I grew up and wanted for nothing , but hugs, kisses, friendship and acceptance were not part of the menu.

Shetlanders boast of their Viking heritage drinking, womanizing where men should behave like savages.  When I was about 15 years old I took that on board.

I left for national service in 1956 to be a soldier and I was a good one.

But one thing I never learnt was obedience, nine years I remained a soldier now with a wife and family . My army life remained as I was in the Shetlands , men are to be men, I remained aloof , not trusting anyone,

Hardly a friend, my family were not part of my complete life, love was something for softies or was seeking something in return, that’s the way I thought. I lived two lives, my family life and my drinking and social life, I was like a  jekyl and Hyde  I was aggressive, unforgiving, spiteful, jealous, evil in thought and deed, If you were my enemy you were not safe, vengeance was my answer.

When I was 50 years old my wife who was very frail with problems in her back and very depressed at times and timid,  but oh how she remained steadfast, patient and living through our life. She gave me everything and more.  She made me go to a healing meeting whatever  that entails,  she went in crippled and came out healed, well it was  a healing meeting, that was my thoughts, she went to get healed, I drove her there, sat with her and came out with her Big deal I thought.

But something happened to me ( I’m weeping now) something began to change in  my life.  I COULDN’T GO DRINKING ANYMORE It wasn’t enjoyable, my drinking friends were not as friendly, 12 - 14 pints plus spirits were often consumed. It stopped , all my bottles of drink went down the sink. MY LANGUAGE BEGAN TO CHANGE my tongue didn’t utter  filthy or foul language, people around me noticed before I did. ANGER AND AGRESSION in my attitude softened. I could turn in a second from nice guy to evil guy but I  became  patient and understanding .PORNAGRAPHIC VIDEOS AND BOOKS  lost their appeal and went, I had suitcases full of porno books and tapes, I was someone who could supply such things , all were destroyed.

These healing meetings became to me something I had to attend for whatever reason, I knew I had been to one because when I got home I was excited, my body tingled, the joy I had I had never experienced before began to diminish until the next meeting. When my eyes and ears were opened  I WAS HEALED it was JESUS who had delivered me because he loved me , He had chosen me even though I was in the midden, it was the love He poured into my heart  when I first believed, that really united Stella and myself because I began to know love as it should be  and I could show her my love now. He JESUS had been that whispering voice I had been hearing at these meetings. I have been a servant to my Lord for 20 years now and it’s as real to me today as it was then. I still cry when I meditate on why JESUS had to be crucified , I threw stones at Him , I spat on Him, I swore at Him yet He has still forgiven me.

WHAT GRACE AND MERCY FLOWS FROM THE CROSS.

AMAZING GRACE THAT SAVED A WRETCH  LIKE ME .