My Testimony

This is my Testimony of how I came to the Lord Jesus Christ. I was born in Darmstadt Germany in 1953 of a German mother and an unknown father. I was then adopted by American parents who were living in England at the time while my adopted father was in the Military.

I have never been a very religious person. I hardly remember even going to Sunday school as we moved around the world when my folks were in the Military. Once my Father retired from the military we settled in Western Kansas, where I attended a small town Church there. Back in those teenage days, I usually went to Church just to get out of the house.

Then my Father died when I was 20, I pretty much turned away from the Church, as I couldn’t understand why he was taken from me as I was just beginning to know him. I became angry with God and for many years I had nothing to do with the Church. I hardened myself against relationships with people and family. I felt I didn’t need anyone or anything. That terrible Pride affected the people around me, especially my wife and children.

Now I’m a huge Minnesota Vikings fan and have been most of my life. I have prospered enough over the years that I finally became a season ticket holder. Over the past couple years, while in Minnesota at the Vikings games I started noticing after each game the players had a “Prayer Circle”. Players from both teams would get together for prayer after each game to give thanks to God for being able to have the ability and health to play such a game. I thought I too am very lucky to be able to attend such games and began to question just why I was so lucky, so blessed with the wonderful life I have.
I started turning more and more to God as the answer. It was then that I decided to start taking pictures of the Prayer Circle each game and posting them on my website.

In April of 2008 an Internet friend of mine (Gene) who is also a Vikings fan contacted me about the pictures. Gene and I have talked and worked together for years on Vikings stuff, but have never met. He commented on the Prayer Circle photos and asked if I was a Christian. I told him that I was not what you probably would call a Christian but I was making some kind of attempt.

He asked if I would like to study the Bible with him. Not wanting to offend him, I told him that was fine, but I didn’t think I had a Bible here in the house. He told me not to worry, as he had many and would send me one. He would start me out reading certain chapters and we could discuss them in email. It would be our own little Bible study group.

While waiting for the Bible to arrive I got into a religious discussion with a coworker one day. I told him that the Bible would be easier to believe if they would just perform a miracle once in a while. You know, part a sea, bring back the dead, etc. About a week after this conversation my Bible from Gene arrived. He told me to start by reading the book of John. That weekend I started my reading and one of the first things I came across was a passage called “Healing a Nobleman’s Son.” Jesus had performed a couple miracles and this Nobleman came to him as his son was very sick and wanted him cured. Jesus basically told him “if you people don’t see a miracle every day you just won’t believe.” This passage hit me a like a ton of bricks. I stared at that for the longest time. It was like God was speaking directly to me in that passage.

I finished reading John and wrote Gene about my experiences. He suggested I read Acts next, as it sets out what you need to do to enter the Kingdom of God, the establishment of the Church and what God expects of us every day. The more I read Acts and discussed my studies with Gene, the more I felt I wanted to find a Church. I started searching around on the Internet. I knew I wanted a Church that studied the Bible as the true word of God. I checked some Churches out on the Internet and listened to their online sermons. Nothing really made a connection for me. Then one day I clicked on a Google link to a Church I thought looked familiar. It was a small Church I ride my bike past on my way to work each day. I checked out their site and liked what I read. I also checked out some of their online sermons. They were studying Acts, just as Gene and I were. I listened to one of them and figured I might go there some time.

About a week later I checked out another one of their sermons called “Why I’m a Christian.” The Pastor talked about a philosopher that spent his life denying Christ, but as he got older he started to question why he was so prosperous. Why he had such a loving wife. Why he had such a wonderful family. He kept coming back to the fact that it had to be God. Well, again I was taken aback. This sounded just like me, and I felt that the Pastor was talking to me in that sermon. So on August 17, 2008, for the first time in over 35 years, I went to Church. Not because it was a wedding or funeral, but to actually worship God. The Worship Minister that day played a song titled “Here I am To Worship”. I could hardly contain the tears.

The following week Pastor told the story of a young girl that wanted to accept Christ as her savior. She said that her Dad used to be a violent and angry man. He would come home and throw stuff and kick doors. She used to have to hide from her Father. But once he was saved he wasn’t like that anymore and if God could do that for her Daddy, just think what he could do for her. I lost it on this one. That story described me to a tee.

Finally, on my third week at Church, Pastor talked about Paul’s first journey to Cypress and asked why, of all the places Paul traveled, God sent him there first. Paul was Jewish and there was a Synagogue there, so why would he send him there on his first journey? He said that God sent Paul there because that was where he could best succeed on his first journey. I sat there with tears in my eyes as I realized that God had been speaking to me and working through several people and events to direct me to this Church because that was where I could best succeed in my Faith and Worship. I had a meeting with Pastor the following Monday and explained my experience to him. He told me that I was ready for the next step in my journey. So on September 21, 2008, I accepted Jesus Christ as my savior and was baptized in a local lake here and my life has never been the same.

Besides the things I have mentioned here, there have been many other things that I can point to that is nothing other than God working through other people and events in order to direct me towards this point in my life. I never understood it when people would say that God spoke to them. Yeah, sure he did, I would think. But I understand now. God really did speak to me. Not in a voice like most people would think, but in actions and deeds. If you are considering making a move towards Christ or think that God may be speaking to you, I urge you to take the step toward him, walk with him, and accept him as your Savior. You won’t be sorry as your life will be changed forever.

Mike Perkins – The Kansas Viking