Realization Of A Prayer.....

Hi guys was having my prayer time this morning in my favorite escape the shower, and as the water was running over my head blocking out the sound of the world around me… Hahahahahaha I just read that and is sounds so dodgy, like something from a cheap love novel hahaha but ill leave it in cos its funny hahaha Anyway… I began saying the Ephesians prayer (Eph 1:7-23) and I got to the last few verses and something clicked, not in my body haha in my spirit. I was saying “and He put all things under His feet, and gave Him to be head over ALL THINGS to the Church.” As we all know we are the body of Christ and we are the Church. Ok before I go on I must track back a bit so you know where im coming from on this one. Right so my background for those of you that don’t really know. I was born out of wedlock my mother wasn’t in the position to look after me; she had other children of which I think all where in care. So she put me up for adoption, good thing was she asked for a Christian family for me to go into. Enter my fantastic Mum and Dad Michael and Esther Ross-Watson and my awesome Sister Angie, who was adopted 4years before in Indonesia from an orphanage (which is an awesome story as well but not my’n to tell you’ll have to wait for her to write it, and she’s a hell of a lot better writer than me haha). Right so it was the beginning of an awesome life for me and the end of a good one for my family…. Ahahaha only joking ☺. Time went on and I grew up (physically not so much mentally haha) I started at school which was connected to the church my dad was pasturing in, and that’s when I began to raise eyebrows. Obviously if you know me im not your average pastors son. Tattoos, interesting colorful past and quite outspoken. Which I believe is a good thing cos I always asked God to make me different to the stereotype Christian guy, weedy, wet, soppy, lame, and bad dressed. Also a good thing cos God has made us HEAD AND NOT THE TAIL… So we need to arise and stand out just as Jesus did. Anyway going slightly off point sorry. Errr where was I??? Ow yer right, raising eyebrows. When I was 5 I was just like every other 5-year-old boy. Not well behaved to say the least, which is understandable right your 5 and you’re a boy haha. So the thing is some “religious people” in the church thought that cos I was Pastor Michaels son I couldn’t be naughty. That I should be reading my bible praying for all the other kids and listening intently to the boring-ass teaching in Sunday school. Truth was I don’t think I could of read the bible if I tried. I didn’t do to well with the whole reading writing thing for a long time. When I got to about 8 the old head mistress (Mrs. Butcher who was fantastic cos she didn’t judge me she just saw me as any other little boy) left we got a new head mistress who’s name I wont write because it just wouldn’t be fair. Well she had a big issue with my dad and the senior pastors son (who was and is a best friend of my’n) so she took her frustration out on me and him. As a result I was never in lessons and never did any work, which equaled bad marks and not a lot of learning. So that carried on for a few years. then I finished school and started secondary school. This entered a whole new realm of crap for me. Not so much living in my folk’s footsteps but more my sisters. She is the brains of the two of us. She’s like an A* model student, im not to sure if she ever got told off in school. Well suffice to say I was the total opposite. I hated doing the school work didn’t get on with that many kids at school and not many teachers either, surprisingly haha. The final years where the worst ones cos I gave up on the whole learning thing I thought it was a waste of time, and if im quite honest I still do think that half the stuff the tried to teach me is. I was never going to be a math genius or a lawyer or writer or anything like that. There was only really one thing I liked at school and that was cooking. So funny cos I thought I was a right hard nut at school and the one lesson I liked I wore an apron…. Massively hard-core I was haha. Well finished school just about. And went straight into working as a chef. I cooked professionally for about 6 years, went to college didn’t finish is cos it was pants. In the six years there were a few places I worked in, some bad relationships I got into, some very sticky situations I got my self into. There were some addictions/bad habits. Some extreme highs and a lot of extreme lows. I can deffo say it was a rollercoaster of a teenage life. 2006/16th of January just before my 22nd birthday was when things started to really change. I called my dad and said “dad I cant do this anymore, im on my own and I don’t want to be on my own any more I need God, help me.” So for the next like 3months my dad met me every morning at 6am before I started work prayed with me and read the word. There where a number of mornings I just didn’t wanna go to work id be in tears cos I hated it. But I knew I needed to do it. Yer I worked 110hours a week and slept 4 or 5 hours a night. But God wanted me to do it, He wanted me to rely on Him and His supernatural strength and not my own. So for 4 months I did as well as I could. I still really struggled to let go and allow God to fully take control, which is why I ended up in hospital due to physical and emotional stress, which was becoming damaging to my body. Stupidly I didn’t listen to wat the doctors where telling me and I went straight back in to work in another kitchen, which again turned out to be a bad choice due to the head chef trying to make my life a living hell. He even said he was going to make life hell for me every day till I left. In the end I left and got a good job with probably the best head chef I have ever met or had the privilege of working for. I started in the job with Gods hand on my cooking abilities, which soon became my own big headedness. I stopped trusting in God for everything and began relying on my own abilities. I slipped into a hole of getting back into things of past and didn’t quite know wat to do. The good thing was I was grounded in church I had some awesome friends that really stuck their neck out for me and began praying and interceding for me. Not to mention my family. Then on a Monday morning after staying at my sisters house, I had a missed call and voice mail from her saying “Tim give me a call when you get up.” I thought nothing of it, went into the back garden and just happened to look up into the sky, and wat happened next blow my mind and still does. It was the first time I had ever heard the Holy Spirit. I was standing there looking at the clouds and the blue sky thinking about going for a bike ride, and all of a sudden this voice said “your dads got cancer” I was like wat the hell man wat was that?? Then it happened again “your dads got cancer” I freaked out I was like wat did I drink last night did someone put something in my drink, wat, wat, wat….!! Then a third time but this time is was slightly different “your dads got cancer… but I don’t want you to worry he will be ok and your going to be of help to him. ” I couldn’t work it out it was nuts. So I though ok ill call my sister and see wats up. Sure enough I called her and she said, “Tim errr dads not well… he’s got cancer” ,I didn’t know wat to say cos I wasn’t shocked at all I was freaked out. I think the thing that got me most about it wasn’t the fact my dad had cancer or that I was told he had it before anyone told me, it was the fact that I was going to help him. My folks had always been my strength how could I help my dad. This all happened at the same time as my work going bad cos God had taken His hand off my ability to cook, a failed relationship and numerous accidents in the kitchen and outside the kitchen. The final straw for me was when I was on my way to church running a little late and I got in to a motorbike accident. Long story short I had to choose between hitting a broken down car, a moving taxi, a wall or the floor. I opted for the floor. So I ditched my bike only to get stuck under it, got smashed into the wall and the bike now fully on top of me dragging me up the road. I got up didn’t know wat was wrong with me all I could see was my bike on the floor all scratched up and petrol around it. So with out thought for my self I picked it up and moved her into a safe place so no one would hit her. Then finally the pain struck me I had blood coming out of my knee ankles hip and couldn’t breathe properly. The ambulance came within 5mins they loaded me up in the back and examined me. They said they wanted to air lift me cos I had broken ribs and a possible punctured lung. But couldn’t cos the chopper was at another accident, so they rushed me into a&e. Stripped my clothes off and began to do check’s and so on so forth. By this time I didn’t feel to bad didn’t know if it was shock or wat . The main lady in there stood at the foot of the bed and said “are you ok?” I said, “I think so just feel a little bruised why?” she replied “well you shouldn’t be talking to me cos your meant to have broken ribs and a punctured lung you should be in surgery” I just said “ow.” I got x-rayed and was discharged within about an hour of being rushed in, when I was leaving they asked if I needed a taxi or anything I just said no im gonna go get my bike and ride it home. They thought I was nuts they couldn’t believe it haha. I got home all bashed up and knew that the only reason I was alive was cos im no good to God dead. With that I handed in my letter of resignation and went out to Singapore to be with my dad as he was getting treatment for the cancer. I was out there for 8 weeks, and as the last week came about I started to wonder wat am I going to do when I get back to London?? Now before I went out to Singapore and I was still working as a chef. I prayed for God to make the next step He wants me to take to be so obvious that in my stupidity I couldn’t mistake it. So with out fail He answered I got offered a job in Singapore the 2nd to last day that I was there. I too the job, which turned out to be just a way for God to get me into Singapore. To get me away from everything so he had me to Him self, so He could begin to really do some hardcore work in me. I spent 4months out of work trusting God for everything. As I was starting to get a little low, God introduced to me this English bloke who was doing a bible school course out here, turned out he wasn’t just some English bloke, we very quickly became close friends. He helped me and mentored me through a very very tuff transitional period in my spiritual life. He is now a very dear friend and brother to me. During the four months I began to get a hunger to read my bible, ask questions about the word, I had a hunger for God and for the first time in my life even thought the world, as I knew it around me was crumbling I was at peace. There’s a lot more in between but that’s a whole other note. Now the whole way through my life ive always loved God I just didn’t like church. Im still the same I don’t overly like church I find it hard to submit to it but I know I must bite my tongue. Cos God wants me there. I started of this note by taking about the revelation I had about the Ephesians prayer. I told you my testimony cos I wanted you to see how far I went from the body of Christ. Because it makes the revelation more powerful. Even though I wasn’t living by faith I still had a concept and idea of how we should be as Christians and as a church. I could never understand why there is separation in churches and also between churches. The revelation a had was “Jesus is the head over all things of the church” that means He’s the head of my church your church the church down the road with the funny looking old people that smell like incense old wooden chairs and dusty hymn books. Jesus is the head of the church; you go there to worship Him and His glory not the flesh pop-sickle of a pastor Gods using to teach you the word. Im not gonna say lets all strive for world peace cos im not a beauty queen, but I will say, for goodness sake stop bitching about other churches we are all one body of Christ He is the head of all things to the church its His fullness that fills all of us no matter what church you go to. We’re all using the same handbook to life (the bible) no matter wat translation it’s the same book. So lets start teaching from it instead of tiptoeing around it cos we don’t want to offend the people in church. Blow tiptoeing, if someone don’t like it let them wine and moan about it, if your teaching Gods word and sad little self absorbed people get offended fine its not your problem, God will deal with them. Your doing wat God has called you to do. Sorry bit strong, but it winds me up to the point of spinning. If we can’t get on between denominations and live as one as the whole body of Christ how can we go into the marketplace and make an effective difference.