“My story is actually set quite a while ago, shortly before I turned 13. My dad was taken into hospital following a severe stroke which left him unable to stand. I was at home, completely terrified, convinced I was about to get a phone call telling me my dad was dead. I was crying, shaking, and the only option left was to pray. I wasn’t a Christian, but prayer was the only thing that came to mind.
I started praying hysterically that everything would be okay, and God responded. It felt as though the volume of the world had been turned down. I stopped crying and became completely calm, like all the tension in my chest had released. I knew everything would be fine – God was there and he would take care of it. The next day, my mum phoned and said my dad was conscious and could walk.
I realised that not only was God there, but he was listening and cared about what happened to me. For me that’s what being a Christian is about: knowing that I always have God with me no matter what the situation or how bad it appears.”
- Beth Allwright, First Year, Psychology