In the mid 1980's I was a restless soul.
As a result I ended up in Turkey.I bought a Donkey in Edirne to carry my few belongings and just walked east.
I slept rough,usually under trees and away from people.I ended up walking about 800 miles.
While I was in Turkey the futility of my life hit me full in the face.I felt like a drowning man and I found myself crying out to God,"If you are there God,give me a direction in life and give me a purpose in life!"
As the days went on he started making himself real to me.I ended up giving my donkey away to someone on the south Turkish coast near Cyprus.
A few weeks later, while in the city of Izmir(Western Turkey)I had a desperate need to get hold of a bible.
There was a battle for my soul going on and it seemed like I was a little pawn in a chess game.Basically I was in turmoil.
I did get hold of a bible - and it wasn't easy.I ended up holding it to my chest.This deliberate gesture was an internal plea to god for help.Within seconds an unusual sensation started flowing through my body and with it a total peace overwhelmed me.Like a dry sponge coming into contact with a vast amount of water.I was dumb struck.It was life changing contact with a God I now knew existed.
That was a few years ago now and is still an intergral part of who I am.
With that said I would also like to assure you that I am not a bible puncher!
I dj at many places that have nothing to do with church.
Mark.
