THIS IS MY STORY
by Wallace Buckle,
Labrador, Canada

I was born and raised in a little fishing village on the Labrador coast. I fished with my father from the time I was nine. But, when I got a little older, I thought I'd like to leave home, and the shores of Labrador, to make money and have a good time.

I got a job with a mining company at Seven Islands, Quebec. First, I started to put money away, and even send some home, but I got into the drink and gambling. The money started to go as fast as I was making it. I was, what the world calls "having a good time". Many a night we would put the little motor car on the railway track, after being full of drink, and head back up the line, not knowing what corner we would meet a train on, and be ushered out into eternity. Others were taken this way, but God had His eye on me.

There is one weekend I will never forget, when we were working about 16 miles from the town. A young man came to me and said "Newf, let's go to town for a good time." This is what we thought was real happiness. We went down the 16 miles, and got our room and booze in for the weekend.

All Saturday night and Sunday it went on, but it ended up in a brawl on Sunday night. I left that room, came down the stairs, and out into the street. I got the first taxi that came along, and he took me back to mile 12. That was as far as the road went.

It was well into the early hours of the morning when I finally got into the bunk. It was only a little while, and I had to get up and go to work. The first news that came to me that morning was that my buddy was killed!

As we walked down the two miles to the accident, I saw a scene that I will never forget. There lay the remains of my buddy, with his leg, head, and arm severed from his body -- all because of drink. As I looked down at this man, I thought of his loved ones, and what sorrow and grief this would bring. I thought about home, and how I longed to see my loved ones again. I left for home soon after.

When I arrived home, there was talk of a new religion in our village. I went out to listen one night, and as the preacher preached of heaven and hell, and those that die without Christ will be in hell, I got so mad, that as I left, I tore the door off its hinges!

But when I got home, I started to think. The conclusion I came to as I thought was, "If what he's saying is right, I'm wrong!"

I had never read a Bible before, but I had always thought it to be true. So, I got out Eaton's catalogue, and I ordered a Bible. I often say, "Thank God that's one time Eaton's didn't send a substitute."

After reading it for two months, one night in my room I came to that verse. "Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved." Acts 2:21. That very night I trusted Christ as my Saviour, that was January, 1957. I often say, "The worst day I've had since I've been saved has been better than the best day I had before I was saved."

May God speak to those who read these lines, and make you realize that after 29 years knowing Christ as my Saviour, I can say it has been the happiest years of my life. And above all, to know for sure that whenever this life comes to an end, it will be heaven and home for all eternity.

Will you not, right now, trust Christ as your Saviour? You, too, will know for sure that you will be in heaven. Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved. Acts 16:31.