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The
Year 1979
The
photo at left was taken in 1979 at one of Mr. Graham’s crusade meetings held at
Sydney’s largest racecourse. 1979! Oh what a year. I think back on it with
great fondness. I was in Year 10 at school and I particularly loved that school
year. I even did well at Science that was a first for me. It gave me a boost
especially as I wanted to follow in my Dad’s footsteps and study medicine. When
it came to selecting my subjects for the final two years of school, I ignored
the vocational guidance tests that indicated I was more suited to arts-style
courses, and chose to study physics and chemistry so as to give myself a chance
of qualifying for medicine. I soon discovered in the early weeks of Year 11
that I really wasn’t cut out for either of them. Darn!
But
more significantly in 1979 I met Jesus. Because of Mr. Graham.
I had
been attending youth fellowship and church for about nine months when Mr.
Graham’s crusade came to town. So many of us from church attended that we had
buses ferry us to the other side of Sydney to Randwick Racecourse to attend
each night. We had a lot of fun on those bus trips.
I
attended five nights. To hear Mr. Graham speak. To hear more about this person,
Jesus Christ. I responded to his alter call invitation on the first night. I
remember that stirring in the gut, will I/won’t I, and then having to make a
long trek from my seat in one of the stands to the front of the stage. I was
met by a man, one of hundreds of volunteers, who said a few things and gave me
a small book. I never heard from him again. But that didn’t matter. I’d
accepted Jesus into my life. I was born again.
Just
the beginning
Soon
after the crusades finished I enrolled in confirmation classes at my church.
Yes, we had eight to ten weeks of classes in the home of one of the great
families in the church to learn more about what being a Christian meant. In
addition, we were given an overview of various disciplines like prayer and
reading the Bible.
I
also needed to be baptized as my parents didn’t baptize any of us when we were
young. This created a bit of angst with my Dad. He challenged me to consider
ALL the alternatives to Christianity and even asked me to read a book written
by Carl Sagan who was a recognized God-skeptic. I read it but it didn’t
discourage me in my decision. Dad appreciated the fact I read the book and even
though he still questioned my decision he allowed me to proceed.
The
journey
It
has only taken me another almost 40 years to begin to better understand who
Jesus is and how much He loves me but gosh I’ve loved the journey. Certainly,
there have been many valleys where I’ve struggled in my walk but I’ve come to
realise the importance of communicating with the Lord, reading His Word all the
time, and being in community with other believers is so important to moving
forward. Most of my valleys have been times of when I’ve tried to do life on my
own terms. It’s been in learning that God made us to be dependent on Him that
I’ve discovered the victory we have in daily walking with Him.
Grateful
Thank
you, Mr Graham, for introducing me to Jesus. There have been so many wonderful
and much deserved tributes dedicated to the great man but it’s kinda special
for me to know that I’m one of the many millions who carry the legacy of the
incredible life he lived. I’ll always treasure his memory.
Ian Acheson is
an author and strategy consultant based in Sydney. Ian's first novel of
speculative fiction, Angelguard was recognised with the 2014 Selah Award for Speculative Fiction.You can find more about Angelguard at Ian's website, on his author Facebook page and Twitter
