SAVED and baptised over 23 years back, having gone astray during my latter teen years, and having been exposed to 3 years abuse in my apprenticeship which is whenever I went astray, I must say I didn't get faith the first-time around. I went just a little way in the beliefs, but I didn't send to discipleship, and led a 'happy' worldly life until my world came up crashing down on 22 September 2003. For the very first time in my own life I understood I needed God. The next five months were the hardest of my entire life, and in my own most affordable of lows (lonelier than ever before and in the deepest despair), I taken care of immediately a Television set evangelist's altar call. It was Saturday 8 November 2003. I prayed that prayer in sobbing tears, and didn't feel any different. But there is a serenity I received that I'd call "resignation," that life is life, and we can best accept it, crumby pieces and everything. This sere...