My mother died in 1994 aged 99! My earliest memories were of her tucking me up in bed then praying a simple prayer. On Sundays we attended church and Sunday School which I disliked but now I’m so grateful for the wisdom I received from the Bible.
Aged 19 in the RAF in India I went to church so that I could write home and make my parents happy. One day I remembered these words of Jesus. “Behold I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in.” [Revelation 3:20] I prayed for forgiveness, Christ entered! Then I certainly did have something to write home about!