Hello! As the title states, my username is Malredar. I'm seventeen years old and I live in England. To any who may wish to know, my hobbies are programming (though I have yet to become good at it), juggling, and socialising with people on the internet (something I am not good at in real life). As requested on #christianfurs in the IRC, here is a Testimony:
Before I came to Christ, I was depressed. I had been ever since I was twelve because my parents were arguing (my mother has a persecution complex and my father is an adulterer and general slob/clutz). Getting immature remarks from an immature older sister weren't helpful either, and the whole way I felt about it proceeded to the point where I contemplated suicide daily. Mainly, the attempts that I did make consisted of hanging and running away from home to either starve to death or get killed by something. I remember my first running away: It was dark, being the middle of the night. The ground was wet from where it had rained during the day. I wasn't really bothered about what I was wearing because for all I hoped I would be dead anyway.
Eventually the police came and took me home (I hadn't done anything, so they didn't book me).
Other things that fostered my death-wish were the general seeming pointlessness of life and how I was failing at life. I felt as if I was an embarrassment to everybody and that I would be better off dead.
About six months later, I was talking to a friend of mine on the internet. He was Apostlic. I pretty much never listened to anything that he said because he was a very soppy (and foolish) individual. The kind who claims to be a Christian but then pokes her girlfriend's breast soon afterward. I told him that I would be going downstairs to get something to eat so I signed myself as 'away' on MSN Messenger. When I got down, I felt something a bit strange. It was this peculiar urge to read the Bible. I shrugged it off as wanting to know about what I considered then to be an enslavement program masquerading as a belief system. So I took a book of Bible stories upstairs and hid it (my family was used to me being the family anti-Christ).
As I read the stories of the Babbling Tongues and Caine killing Abel, I felt something resonating. What was in this book of Bible stories just struck a chord and I had a pretty good feeling that there was a God. So I decided to experiment. I prayed to God, seeing as if there wasn't a God, no harm would have been done. As I prayed, I felt a cooling sensation wash down my body. I just knew that it was God. So I decided to become a Christian.
So here I am. Born again in the Christian faith. I am non-denominational.
