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From Darkness to Light
by Larry Power
 

From Darkness to Light

"The grace of God does not find men fit for Salvation but makes them so."
(Augustine)

Ephesians 2 v 8-9
"For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of
yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works,
lest any man should boast."

My sincere prayer is that, as you read these verses of scripture your eyes may be opened and God's way of salvation be revealed to you through faith alone in Christ Jesus.

My Childhood
I would like to give you a brief sketch of my own background, i was born on 9th February 1953 into a traditional Roman Catholic family. I spent the early part of my childhood with my parents in Clogh, Co Kilkenny not far from Castlecomer famous for its coal mining colliery, which at one time employed up to 500 men. I am the eldest of 12 children, 7 boys 5 girls. As you can imagine there was no debate about what we would have for breakfast whether it was Corn Flakes or Rice Krispies in fact there was no choice. You had to get stuck in or all would be consumed very quickly. From my earliest years my mother took me to mass. One of my first memories of the chapel is that of an old lady just in front of were I sat fainting. I got the fright of my life as she was carried out for air. As a young boy I learned a very important lesson never to stare at anyone. On another occasion an old man sat beside me in the church I hadn't seen many old people up to that point as I stared at him he said "son, do I owe you something?" I didn't stare again.

I recall kneeling on one knee before what was called the tabernacle on the altar, that little box in which the host is kept, thinking that Jesus was locked up there. At any early age I went to live with my grandfather and aunt in the little village of Luggacurren, Co Laois about 8 miles from Gogh. Like every village it had its characters there was an individual that was nicknamed "the bog lark" so named because he was fond of singing around the neighbours’ houses especially if there was a cup of tea on offer. There was another character whom we called “the hoppy Delaney" who was born with a turned up foot He rang the chapel bell for masses and funerals. Our primary school teacher was the red headed Mrs Cooney originally from the West of Ireland definitely not one to be messed with, though I must say she taught us good standards of behaviour. A little way up the road was the Protestant primary school teacher, a woman of rather large proportions whom we called "the bear". One of the local farmers was a man by the name of Victor Bennett who was known widely as "the bishop" because he spoke to people about their souls and the importance of being saved.

 
 
 
Come to Christ, have your sins forgiven and your soul saved!