Ken Tregoning

Strange thing Anthea made a coment to me about my Artwork the Crusifiction, amongst the observation was the word Intense, I said that I was moved by her words and now I need to clarify something about the pictture.

For me it is super intense as if in my life I would not exist without my belief in the Christ, as a child I was torn between two schools of religious thought, My father Church of England and my Mother a devout Presbyterian.

Me well I was schooled in both faiths, chatised by the Presso’s for going to church at St. Marks and versa visa, but twixt the Devil and the deep blue sky where was I, in essence I grew up with a far more tollerant understanding of faith than alot have.

I discovered that within the heirarchy of the church elders and parishioners there exists a vipers nest of, well in my case Bigots ot zealots or just plain un-christ like so called christians, Who whispered and cast upon the waters aspershions and yet I forgave and forgive the past.

However my faith, I have been deserted as a child, coming home to find an empty house, my mother ran away with my sister, Leaving me for six years in the care of quess what the all ritcheous but well serving Salvos, doesn’t matter that they were family, I got, what do you expect and treated no better than a burden.

I prayed and prayed my heart out for Got to take away the hurt I felt, the rjection the usless unwanted child syndrome, me feeling sorry for me,”snif!” one day one of my faters workmates picked me up after school,no warning and took me home, Iwont go into it but its left to say to an uncertain future.

My Mother had returned, extremely ill after a botched abortion in SA to another man not my father, I couldn’t understand the reason for being so goody two shoes one minute and vanishing the next, Mum and Dad lived in almost agony till one day they finally accepted the enevitable and parted.

Me again on my knees praying my heart out for devine intervention, to make it all better, God I could write a book this is so Darn gut wrenhingly booring stuff,
I kept my belief in Jesus all my life, through two divorces, Cancer twice, and a million other little disasters I wont even bring up.

Let me say this, There was a time in my life when I was at deaths door, for a fact, it was on that day that I teetered on the edge of suicide, looking down eight floors to a concrete paved area, thinking all I have to do is jump and it will all be over, for my family, no pain suffering just jump.

I am saying to you that the all alone as I stood there contemplating my exiit, I heard a voice, it startled me at first, but it was so loving and concerned, Now I’m not one to get into drugs or weirs stuff but this was mind blowing, I rocked forward, then I felt a hand firmly on my shouilder and I heard these words “Do you have faith” yes!, I replied “then trust in the Lord and all will be right”, a huge wave of comfort and a loving feeling came over me, I came away from the edge, believing it would be alright .

Now it is fifteen years later, I went back had a thirteen hour opperation and lost a third of my lage bowel, “No Bag” had six months of chaemotherapy and lost my marriage, that is another story, Recently I was diagnosed with a tumour in my left shoulder a Leyomysarcoma, if you believe what they tell you on the internet it is a 1 in ten million death sentence, thats one survivor in ten Millon, faith, Faith, FAITH,,, I am healed clear and believe it or not even those that shook their heads and sighed.

Gained a little faith when it left me, I trusted God to find me the right people I put my life in his hands again and he came to the party for me, God I love you, Faith no FAITH is an Intense and wonderful thing, Me being happy Ö¿Ö thanks God.

It’s not a poem more like a confession of why God does it for me!.

Kenneth R Tregoning