The Queen asked me to work for her!
35 years ago it was a Royal Sailors rest Missioner in the Dame Agnes Weston’s Rosyth Royal Sailors' Rest ('Aggies') who led me to the Lord Jesus on my knees in the small prayer room. This was after the local Catholic priest didnt know what
to do with me and how to get me relief from my sins so he brought me to 'Aggies' and left me there telling the Missioner. This is more up your street, I can't seem to help him. So the Missioner pointed me to Christ Who could handle my sins and forgive me.
I was serving on a Polaris submarine. As soon as I became a Christian life became a problem. I seem to remember two things really: first of all that I was so evangelical with my new faith, and I blame the man that led me to Christ for this, for it was he
that immediately introduced me to the Westminster shorter catechism, the selling of eternal fire insurance on the mess decks on HMS Cochrane (no really!) and made part of witnessing team speaking even in the place where DL Moody spoke - Carrubbers
Close in Edinburgh to publicly proclaim my faith and nail my colours to the mast. Anyway, I do remember that other Christians had to follow me around and tidy up the mess I made with my mouth, much like you would follow a horse with a bucket and shovel. Secondly,
I remember that I put so much pressure on my new wife to become a Christian herself that the fellowship at 'Aggies' prayed that God would get me out of the way and indeed He did with a pier head jump to another boat and another crew. Whilst I was at sea my
wife became a Christian!