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About Me

​The True Story of God’s Promise and Unfailing Love

Why Does This Site Exist?

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I believe God is real. I believe in a great designer behind the magnificent design we see all around us. I believe If you truly follow the evidence—whether it’s the law of cause and effect, the design argument, or verifiable facts noted in the Bible and beyond—you’ll see that, just like a jigsaw puzzle, when all the pieces are put together they align, to form a picture that points to the existence of God.

If this site can put even one individual (but hopefully more) on the path to seeking truth and ultimately God, then, just like the angels in Luke 15:10, I will rejoice. 😊

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Where Do I Start?

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My name is Jordan, and I tend to live a quiet life with my family—well, I try to anyway (if you can call three children, two dogs, and the chaos of this world "quiet"). I keep my head down and just keep moving throughout life.

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At around 18, I had my first encounter with religion (and the name of Jesus) and saw things that set me on the path to seeking the meaning of life and, ultimately, truth. But let’s roll back a few years first.

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At 16, I was lost, like many people my age, not really knowing what I wanted from life or which direction to take. I found peace in music—heavy metal, to be exact (or what I thought was peace at the time)—and the city’s subculture. The deeper I got into the music and the lifestyle, the more my life and mood spiralled, and not in a good way. I wasn’t aware of the connection at the time, but looking back, I can see a clear correlation between the trajectory of my life and the content I was consuming.

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At my lowest, I was wearing clothing and listening to music that openly disrespected the name of Jesus and God. But it’s not like I knew either of them personally to justify the resentment I carried. Like most in society, I had heard of Jesus and God, but I didn’t have a personal relationship with them. Yet, I had formed an attitude against them.

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I was invited to church by family members who attended regularly, but I always declined. From the outside looking in, church didn’t seem like something for me. Then, one evening, I actually ended up in church. I think it was a Bible study or a prayer meeting—I can’t quite remember. All I recall is feeling low and thinking, What do I have to lose?

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That night, I was prayed for, and something changed. There were 3 or 4 praying for me at this point It wasn’t a scripted or recited prayer (we have all heard them “our father who art in heaven and so forth)—it was powerful, raw, and real. The more they prayed, the more I felt something shifting, like an unseen battle was taking place around me. As strange as it may sound, I could see the energy being physically expelled from those praying and could see the impact of the prayer on them. After a while the pastor of the house stepped in and said “its general vs. general” and laid his hands on me, and just like the others I could immediately see the energy being expelled from him and the sweat dripping from his face (calm down it wasn’t full on exorcism of Emily rose style😂) but it definitely was surreal.

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Afterward, I was told something that, at the time, seemed far-fetched—that a spirit had been following me and had vowed to shape and guide my life. Sceptical as I was I could not deny what I had witnessed; I went home and asked my mother about it. To my shock, she confirmed the name that was mentioned, sharing a story that made perfect sense in light of what I had just been told that evening.

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The next morning, I woke up with a sense of peace—something I hadn’t felt in a long time. It was as if I had been blind but could now see. The things that once gave me comfort suddenly seemed foreign. I no longer recognized the person I was yesterday. This moment set me on my journey to discovering more.

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Falling Off the Path

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After finding what I believed to be the right path (a life’s walk with Jesus), I quickly realized that was just the beginning. Staying on the path was where the real work began. I got baptized and started my journey. But, like many, I fell off the path, lost my way, and stopped attending church.

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I still had my faith, but I wasn’t putting it into practice. I was just living for myself. Deep down, I knew where I needed to be spiritually—seeking Jesus, His truth, and leading others to Him—but I didn’t know how to get there. I wasn’t truly resting on the Bible for guidance. Skipping forward a few years, after struggling to get back into church, I was at my wit’s end one night and finally decided to pray and seek the Lord for help. (Yes I should of done this sooner and this really should of been obvious to me don’t judge me 🤦‍♂️)

But I had a few problems with my newfound light bulb moment. I knew I had strayed from the path and questioned whether prayer would really work. Would God even hear me, let alone answer me? I questioned myself —which leads me to the second problem. Whilst this mental battle and self-questioning was going on, I was at work. But my job at the time was far from glamorous—I worked in nightclubs providing security. And on this particular occasion, I wasn’t in one of my usual spots; I had ended up at a new place, and I was there by chance. I had been working there for about a month. It was a dark and dingy place—the kind of place where your feet stick to the floor, and you have to question whether the couple passionately kissing next to you is actually related.

Nevertheless, I wanted change. I was desperate for it. So, right where i was standing I closed my eyes, opened my hands, and prayed. I asked for help and guidance. For the first time, I admitted out loud that I knew where I needed to be but had no idea how to get there. I confessed that I was lost and broken and committed everything to God. Whilst I was fully aware of where I was standing and how foolish I probably looked to some people, I was also aware of Jesus’ words in Matthew 7:7: ’Ask, and you will receive; seek, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened to you.” So, I remained hopeful, shortly after that prayer I met a young lady who would change my life—she caught my attention. Who is this? I thought to myself. I hadn’t seen this person here before. (As strange as that may sound, in the short time I had been there, I had not seen any new faces—it was always the same people, week in and week out.)

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As the night went on, we talked here and there, and I felt a strange pull. (If I’m being honest, the desires of the flesh had started to kick in.)

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By the end of the night, we had exchanged telephone numbers. And at the prospect of some good old Netflix and chill—with less of the Netflix😏—I went home grinning like a Cheshire cat. Over the following days and weeks, we conversed via messages until we eventually met up for dinner.

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Throughout the evening, she noticed the tattoo on my arm: 1 Corinthians 16:13 – “Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be men of courage; be strong.” Upon seeing it, she immediately asked, “What is that? Is it a Bible verse?”

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I instantly rolled my eyes and responded, “Is that a problem?” (I felt like I knew what was coming. I had previously had multiple arguments with people about my faith and how stupid it is to believe in an invisible God.)

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But surprisingly, her response was, “No.” She proceeded to tell me that she believed in Christ but had fallen off the path and stopped going to church. And admitted she wanted to start going back.

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Before I knew it, I had forgotten all about my desires and we were just talking about the Bible.

Weeks passed, and we continued speaking regularly, meeting up, and fellowshipping. Eventually, we got together, and the conversation quickly shifted to how do we get back to where WE need to be in Christ?

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But how could this be? It didn’t make sense to me. It appeared my prayer had been answered, but part of me didn’t believe it. Unashamedly, I admit that, with my worldly eyes and way of thinking at the time, she didn’t fit my tick box. Let’s be real—we’ve all had one at some point.

I remember thinking; surely God wouldn’t do me like this? I was expecting someone slightly younger than me, open to the idea of faith, family, and—who knows—maybe marriage someday. Yet, here I was, presented with someone older than me, who already had faith, three children, and was just leaving a bad marriage.

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I questioned whether God had really answered my prayer or if I was just trying to connect dots that didn’t fit—just because I wanted them to.

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As we grew closer in love, life, and Christ, I also started to distance myself. Though I felt a pull, I also felt like this couldn’t have been from God. He wouldn’t do me like this. I thought  I wasn’t ready to be a father—let alone a father to someone else’s children.

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Weeks went by, and I continued to grow colder. Without any real explanation, we slowly drifted apart. (I say we, but I really mean me.) I kept my distance, convinced in my own mind that this gift is not from God. Yet, I still felt a nagging doubt—a conviction in my heart.

It was either a Friday or Saturday afternoon, and I was at my day job when I decided that this feeling I had been wrestling with needed to be resolved. I made the decision to pray.

Once again, I took myself into the least glamorous of places—the disabled toilets. (it was the closest room to me at the time.🙄) I knelt down over the toilet and prayed.

To be honest, I mostly just ranted.

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I told God, I know this isn’t from you. But then I admitted that part of me clearly does, or else I wouldn’t be here praying and wrestling with my thoughts, feeling convicted. I acknowledged that I had been trying to run away and said, “I know we are not to test your might, but I’m asking for a signal. Just give me something—anything.” I promised that I would keep my eyes and ears open and, if my prayer was answered, I wouldn’t question it again. (A promise I later broke.) As soon as I ended my prayer, I unlocked the door and stepped out of the toilet. Before I could take my second step, I felt the buzz of my phone. I pulled it out of my pocket to see her calling me.

I rolled my eyes. Why is she calling after so many weeks?  Nevertheless, I answered. Harshly, I asked, “What do you want?” She replied, “Nothing, I just felt like I needed to call you. How are you doing?”  I immediately chuckled to myself. I don’t believe in coincidences, and still standing halfway in the toilet I knew my call to prayer had been answered.

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I vowed to put my doubt to rest. I made peace with her and explained the thoughts i had been wrestling with, and we continued to grow. We started looking for a church and praying together. Though we had both previously attended churches, we wanted a fresh start—somewhere we didn’t feel the guilt of having fallen away. After much prayer and searching, we found a church not too far from us. On the day we decided to attend, they had a guest speaker. To my bemusement, he spent his time talking about sin. But it wasn’t the topic itself that had me bemused—it was how he explained it.

He spoke about nightclubs and security, basing his entire sermon on working in clubs and the troubles that follow. It was clear that this message was for me. Everything he spoke about was packaged and tailored in a way that I understood. The very examples he used were things I had just dealt with the night before.

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Again, as someone who doesn’t believe in coincidences, we knew: This is the church we were supposed to be in. When you couple that with the fact that we had to pass five other churches to get there (at least five that I know of—it could have been more), it was evident that we were in the right place. We started attending and growing together. Eventually, I proposed. She accepted, and we started planning our wedding. We got married and then within a few months, I decided to leave. (Bet you weren’t expecting that.😂) Admittedly, my leaving didn’t last long, but once again, I allowed doubt to creep into my mind. Old friends and old habits returned, fuelling my uncertainty. Being someone who doesn’t believe in coincidence, I should have seen it all for what it was. (the plan of the enemy trying to split what god has brought together) But I was adamant—I was done. She called our pastor to come over, and he mediated as I tried to leave. She reminded me of gods obvious plan for us . And over the following weeks, we prayed, and I did a lot of soul-searching.

Fortunately, this story has a happy ending.

All I can say is, thank God she didn’t give up on me.

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A Promise Kept

Our journey wasn’t without struggles. There were moments when I doubted, questioned, and even tried to walk away. But each time, God showed me His faithfulness, Now, as we celebrate six years of marriage (at the time of writing), I can say with certainty that keeping God at the centre of our lives has been the key to our growth and blessings. We are still growing together in Christ, keeping God central to all that we do. We have become members of our church and actively participate in community projects, trying to help others and helping to spread the word of God's impeccable nature and free gift.

When I was baptized, I was told some important words—words that would not become apparent until later in life. I was told that upon coming out of the water, I was making a commitment to walk with Christ and that on this journey; He would be by my side. I was told that regardless of where I ended up, I should remember that Jesus keeps His promise and will always be walking the path I committed to. This didn’t really resonate with me at the time, but after leaving the church and the walk with Christ that I had promised, I have come back to find Him exactly where He said He would be—keeping His promise and showing me God’s unfailing love on the walk I committed to.

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Summary

God saved me from my sinful life and revealed His power to me. He brought me out of darkness, and I agreed to a life of service, but I walked away. I remained out of church, living for myself, yet I cried out to the Lord for help in the least glamorous of places. After the promises I broke, I was answered. I then proceeded to disagree with His response before eventually asking for clarification—in a toilet. I was clearly answered again, but still, I did not fully trust God and doubted Him and tried to run. The moment I began to fully trust and rely on God’s word, my life began to transform and grow for the better, the moral of this story is this: I am nobody special by societal standards. Yet, if my life has value and God can pull me out of darkness into light and use me as a tool to help others, then he can definitely do the same for you. We don’t need to be right or have everything figured out. We don’t need to understand or agree with everything we think we know about God, Jesus, or his church. We just need to come as we are, expecting change, and watch as the pieces of our life align. Change doesn’t start with you; it starts with Jesus. God ’s blessing over your life is a free gift, ready to be received. He had clearly set plans in motion for me before I even knew to ask for them, and He is ready to do the same for you. The story of the Bible is the only story where the hero dies for the villain, and the free offer of salvation is waiting.

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The question is: Will you accept it?