In 2013, I got into new-age spirituality and the occult. Then, around two and a half years later, I gave my life to Jesus.

In turnaround terms, it was a complete one-eighty. More to the point, life since then has improved beyond all recognition.

It’s not been all rainbows and unicorns, though. I had to learn how to recalibrate myself for God, first and foremost. Don’t get me wrong. It’s the best decision I’ve ever made. It’s just as processes go; there’s been some painful pruning (and a fair bit of stretching).

Needless to say, this process is still ongoing.

In addition, I’m learning how to write fiction which is inspired by God (but also true to its own shape as a story). To be fair, it’s one of those ‘forever’ tasks I’ve not yet mastered. Still, I’ve started, and Jesus is the reason, the destination, and where I pray we all end up.

What kind of Christian am I, though? It’s a good question. It’s fair to say the list of different types can appear infinite and a little daunting.

So, in answer to that question, the most honest answer is to say I’m a Bible-believing Christian. I take scripture as my highest authority, so if something doesn’t make sense, I keep studying until it does.

That wasn’t easy to start with, and I’ve made plenty of mistakes along the way. No doubt, this process will continue, too. But every day, I try to live according to the Ten Commandments and – just as importantly – seek God’s forgiveness when I don’t.

In terms of school of thought, I don’t officially belong to one church or another. That may change, but for now I’m fascinated by the teachings of the church fathers (in addition to the Bible), and I’m currently exploring the extra-canonical works in the Apocrypha.

Inevitably, belief in these teachings pulls me out of alignment with the world’s accepted truths. But Jesus and Paul warned us of this. And so, while I have a keen appreciation for all the sciences, I always look to the Bible for my understanding, especially as I walk deeper into my faith.

My assignment, a great honour and privilege, is to use words and stories to inspire others to join me. Or perhaps maybe think about joining me. And to encourage those already walking with me, because let’s be honest, we all could do with a bit of that sometimes.

Oh, and I must do all this in a humble and Christ-like way, with appropriate jokes and not a hint of condescension.

Send your prayers, ladies and gentlemen. Like I say, I’m honoured, but it’s a task that feels a league or two beyond me.

Maranatha.