Christ Church Moreton Hall

In March 1989 my sister and I had a bad accident on the M25. A lorry went into us sending our little Renault 5 flying. We rolled over three times and my side of the car was missing! None of the emergency services could believe we had survived it. Thank God for seat belts! I thought at the time it was a complete miracle and that there must be a God.

Two people led me to church: my physiotherapist Fay, my spine had been shunted and I spent that summer on and off in traction, and she spoke about Southgate Church; Helen, my work mate on intensive care and friend, who spoke openly about Jesus. At the end of the summer I walked into Southgate Church on my own and gave my life to Jesus…