The rock

The rock

God and Christ were my rock. They were the foundation on which I had built my life. As a child, going backwards and forwards to hospital for examinations and treatment, my life was very problematic. People said I had the mind of an adult, perhaps because I spent much of my life surrounded by adults, most of whom were medics, making their prognosis well within earshot of this impressionable youngster. So to me the future looked bleak. Time and time again, after difficult hospital consultations, Mum and I would pray about what had happened. She gave me a grounding of daily scripture reading and always prayers together at bedtime. This was a natural part of my existence. Sunday worship was always a part of my week. I never liked going into the Sunday School. I wanted to be with the adults in the big church, and listen to the preacher, and take part in the hymn singing. I was bullied at school by the other children, who jeered and mocked me about going to church...