My 'journey' began many years ago when I moved from London to Newquay, Dyfed, Wales.
In my 30s, I was a very lost person, trying to make sense of life which to me was not worth living. My favourite place for thinking and sorting my life out was the beach. Although I cannot swim, the sea always draws me and gives me peace. Every day during the summer holiday, I would totter down to the beach - and so would the UBM! Lying on my own, I would listen to the songs and stories. I would listen to God's message through the UBM team. 'What a lot of twaddle,' I thought. I would move further away - but not too far - so that I would not be associated with them. I certainly didn't want my friends to see me with this weird bunch. Me become a Christian? Never.
For two years, I listened to UBM going over and over the same message like a cracked record. And for two years, I said: 'No Jesus, you will never get me. I may be depressed and lonely and my life may be in ruins, but I still don't need you.'
