After I graduated from high school, in 1971, I put a back pack on my back and headed for England and Europe. For four months, I had a marvelous time, hitching around, staying in youth hostels, meeting people, seeing sights, having my horizon pushed back and my perspective broadened.
On the way home through London, while visiting Trafalgar Square (see images), at the base of Lord Nelson’s column, right beside Canada House, and sandwiched in between the National Gallery and the Admiralty Arches, someone asked me a question that would change my life. They said, “Would you like to ask Christ into your heart?”
My first reaction was to be defensive. I loved God, believed the Bile and was actively involved in my church. Why would I need to “ask Christ into my heart”? But after only a few seconds of reflection, I knew that, although all the things above were true, I was keeping God at arm’s length. I wanted him to be there for me when I got in trouble, but I didn’t want him cramping my style on Friday night. I wanted him in the trunk as a spare tire, and not in the front in the drivers seat.
So right there on Trafalgar Square, in January of 1972, I bowed my head and opened my heart to God’s sweet grace, asking His forgiveness for my presumption in wanting to sit on the throne of my own life, a spot created and intended for Him.
It was a life changing moment that had many reverberations and consequences, and so it was wonderful to visit Trafalgar Square a few days ago, and to relive this moment that happened here over 40 years ago.