We lived in Tottenham at the time and my wife had met a lady who had invited her to go to a Baptist church board meeting of all things, on a Saturday night! She went to this meeting and low and behold there was a church split that very night, and the minister lost half his congregation in the matter of an hour.
The minister however was a tenacious man, some 30 years later this same man would open my fathers eyes to the riches of divine grace, but that’s another story.
The very next week the minister paid my wife and I a visit. He asked me a very simple and straightforward question, did I know Jesus as my savior. I said “I don’t know”. He said” would you like to know?” I answered with one word not really knowing what this was all about, “Yes”.
I didn’t notice anything different right away and yet bit by bit it was though someone turned on the light, everything had a new meaning, everything seemed real; and the meaning, the reality, shone out of every shape and sound and movement in each and every manifestation of life, so that I wanted to cry out with the blind man to whom Jesus restored his sight: “One thing I know, that, whereas I was blind, now I see”.