My name is Martin C Fitzsimons, and am living in London, whilst at the University of Westminster studying for a BSc in Media Technology.

I am a Christian, who is involved in my local church, teaching in the Sunday School and taking part in other ministeries as well.

Here is my testemony of how I became a Christian:

Monday 21st June 1993, the day started off as a normal school day, nothing out of the ordinary. Got up had breakfast, etc went to school, had a normal day there. Came home and had tea, and then started playing in the garden.My brother, Clive was at the nice annoying age where he always wanted someone to play with him all the time! And yes you guessed it he asked me! And being me, I said "No", which lead to a greater argument and resulted in Clive going off in a strop! Later for some strange reason I decided to move a bench that was in our garden that Dad had set into the ground, you know cut the grass out, dug a hole and got it level that sort of thing. Which Strangely enough upset Dad.

All this and more resulted in me being sent to bed.

There at 9:00 p.m. that night I asked Jesus to be my saviour. To this day I cannot understand what lead me to do it or in fact what I said. But I know this, that I prayed a simple prayer.

About 9:15, Bang! My bed room door flies open and enters my sister Gaynor (slightly exaggerated), "this was not your day was it Martin" she said, I replied "yes it was". Now, okay, let re-cap I've just bee sent to bed for annoying and not playing with my brother, moving garden furniture etc. As you can imagine this started off an argument of along the repeated lines "no it wasn't", "yes it was"! Once this had continued for some time, I was able to say that I have just asked Jesus to be my saviour. "That's great, Go and tell Mum and Dad" Gaynor replied. I thought that it was not the best I dear to show my face down stairs before the morning. That Morning I told all the family and it was warmly received. I had a few Christian friends at school that I told that day but they did not react excitedly but took it as a "normal" piece of news (a bit like saying "West Ham FC lost another match") - this discouraged me in away but not for long. On the Sunday following I told my pastor, youth worker and my Sunday School teacher who were all thrilled with the news.

At the same time as I was saved Gaynor was taking baptismal classes, our pastor (who was Mr G. Gobbett) suggested baptismal to me as well. So both Gaynor and I were baptised together on the 12th September 1993, in the Sunday morning service.

For a time I was discouraged about telling people my testimony, I was embarrassed about it. I wanted one that was a bit like Saul/Paul, bright lights and heavenly voices. But then I though well this is wrong as we have an individual God I was given a unique testimony. This also proves that God does not always use bright lights and heavenly voices but a still small one suffices as well.
Be encouraged.