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My name is Tim Lane(Pictured on the left with his wife Helen and their children Jude who's a little bit bit shy, Eden and Noah) . I am an Australian living in the UK. In May of 2002 my life and the life of my wife Helen were transformed when we met Jesus Christ for the first time. There were a number of events that had occurred in the lead up to our first encounter with Jesus.

Helen and I had met the previous year in Australia while she was doing the backpacking thing. She is English and we met while she was living in Melbourne during part of her year long working holiday. Our relationship quickly grew and we both agreed that we wanted to be together. It was decided that I would travel to the UK in the weeks following Helen's return home to England. That agreement was soon to be tested when only days after getting home Helen phoned me in Australia to tell me she was pregnant. My world collapse

At that stage in my life I had no plans at all of becoming a father. I was 26 years old and I thought I was in control of my life. I was working towards self-empowerment and self-enlightenment. Yoga and transcendental mediations were a big part of my life. I was the master of my own domain. The

author of my own destiny. The world was my oyster etc. etc. etc. Parenthood was not on the agenda. I insisted to Helen that she should not keep the baby.

Well a week or so went by and many phone calls were made between Australia and the UK. I soon got the impression that Helen was not very comfortable with terminating the pregnancy. But I held my ground because I believed I had the right and the ability to decide how my future would unfold and I didn’t want it to involve fatherhood at that point. But things soon became more desperate. My belief that I had control over my life and the path it would take was beginning to contradict with my conscience. I was starting to feel that it would be wrong to force Helen to abort the baby.

 I began to seek guidance in all different places.  I talked with different people and even went to a tarot reader to get her predictions.  However the real

change occurred one day when I was on my own on a hilltop outside of Melbourne.  I was at my wits end and had no idea what to do.  I knew Helen didn’t

want to have an abortion.  I was barely able to convince myself that it was morally OK to participate in such an act.  I could not bare to think of abandoning

Helen with the baby because I did genuinely love her and could not live with the knowledge of my offspring running around somewhere out there. But I still

couldn’t get my head around becoming a father. I was at the end of myself.  I didn’t know what to do.  So I prayed.  I prayed out loud to God.  Whoever or

whatever God was, I was addressing him personally. This was different to my normal practice of trying to connect with a universal spirit.  I addressed God

as though he was a person.  It was the first time I had laid my heart out before Him since I was a young boy.

  As I prayed my mind was changed and my heart was settled.  It was amazing.  It became obvious to me that my refusal to accept that I would become a

 parent was based purely on fear.  I was scared of what becoming a father meant to my lifestyle and my wallet.  I was doubting my ability as a parent and

 feared a committed relationship with Helen.   But it slowly all became so clear. I was scared. And then there where the words “Don’t let fear dictate your

actions” running around in my head. It was something I had once read and I believe it was God’s message to me that day. Although at that point I still did

not love God as my Father. After leaving that hilltop I went and phoned my mum and told her for the first time about Helen’s pregnancy.  She confirmed to

me that she believed allowing the baby to be born was the right thing to do, so then I rang Helen and she was delighted.

  Eventually I arrived in the UK in April 2002 and was re-united with Helen.  The beginning of a lot of personal change had taken place. And because of my

experience on the hilltop I was starting to understand God as being a person rather than faceless universal force.  I had also surrendered a lot of my

selfishness.  I had accepted that my life was taking a turn that was out of my control.  I was going ahead with this whole parenting and relationship thing

even though it was not part of my plan. My life had been so turned upside down. I knew that my old lifestyle of drinking and drug taking would not be

suitable when I became as a parent and partner. But how could I change myself?  I knew I needed spiritual guidance and was very much at a place of

accepting that I would not be able to take on this new lifestyle without serious help.  But I had no idea where that help would come from.  It was with this

 needy heart and seeking spirit that Jesus found me.  Just at exactly the right time in my life.

  Helen and I spent a short time living with her parents in England before deciding to set out on a working holiday around Scotland.  We were determined

to make the most of our time together before becoming parents.  Our plan was to get some live-in jobs in a hotel somewhere.  That would allow us to live

and work together without any money to set up.  So we got some bar jobs in a hotel in a town called Pitlochry in central Scotland. We soon realized that

we both hated the work and the accommodation was far less than ideal, but we decided to give it a go for a while anyway.

  We had only been in town a few days when we crossed paths with a monk who was selling CDs in the street.  We stopped and chatted with him for a

while and I tried to impress him by telling him how I liked yoga and meditation.  I bought a CD and he gave me a bonus book on Buddhist teachings.  I got

right into it and thought that meeting that monk had some deeper meaning for me.  So I asked God that night to show me if it was the right path for me to

take by letting me meet him again.  I never crossed his path a second time. Instead God had a very different plan and something very different happened.

Helen awoke one morning singing some song from a dream that she had been having.  She told me the dream had been very vivid and that in it she had

become a famous rock star.  She had made a hit album and was able to describe the cover to me in detail.  It had a picture of her on the front. However

she described the image as being more beautiful than she believed herself to be. She said it was herself in a kind of angelic or enlightened state.  I probed

 her for more information about the dream but she could not remember the name of the album.

Later that day we were walking through town when Helen noticed a road sign.  It was the name of the road that we were approaching.  She exclaimed

that the road’s name was the name of the album in her dream.  It was called “East Moulin Rd.”   The sign had triggered her memory. I thought this rather

special and insisted that we walk along the road.  I had read that names appearing in dreams often led to the occurrence of significant events.  Despite

my expectation, nothing wonderful occurred and we had reached the end of the East Moulin road.  The only thing there was a public notice board, so we

went and had a look.  Posted on the board  along with a number of other notices was a poster advertising a dinner meeting.  The meeting was to be held

the following week in the neighbouring city of Perth.  The thing that caught my attention was that there was going to be a guest speaker there who was an

ex IRA terrorist.  He was going to tell his story.  This along with a 3 course meal for £3.  We casually took down the number and then we never thought

anything else about it.