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By Evan Fletcher.
 I grew up in a Christian home and attended a Pentecostal church in London Ontario since birth. At the age of eight I woke up about 2:30 in the morning and looked across my room. An unfamiliar woman dressed in white was standing there looking over me. Of course my first reaction was to go running into my parents' room screaming. My mother told me it was an angel and I went back to my room and it was gone.
Years passed with little to no memory of that night, and at the age of 13 I decided church was a ridiculous waste of time. So I stopped going. I got into some bad crowds and got more and more involved with the world.
Eventually I met these skateboarders. I started hanging out with them and we started skating in this church parking lot beside the school. The church built a skate park there so kids could ride. Eventually we started becoming more and more associated with the church (Oakridge Presbyterian). They let us come inside and drink free pop, and we could hang out.
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When I was 16 or 17 I got involved with a program called Youth Alpha. I didn't know why, but I kept coming back. I even started going to the youth pastor's house on Sunday nights. I wanted God to be full time in my life. But things went dry my relationships went bad. My girlfriend wasn't talking to me and it felt like God was not there. So I went into my kitchen grabbed the biggest and sharpest knife I could find. I put it to my wrist and started cutting. But the knife wouldn't pierce my flesh. I fell to the ground crying. I knew God was there, but I just didn't know what to do.
I kept going to Alpha and one night at Youth Alpha the leader told us to branch off and pray for one another. I stayed by myself with no intention of praying. I picked up my guitar and started playing in the other room. I immediately started weeping and crying out to God. I could remember the woman's face from that night when I was eight and felt God's hand on my back.
Things are still not perfect in my life, but I was soon baptized and music has become my passion. There is nothing in the world like giving myself to God every time I pick up my guitar.
February 20/2008
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