A member of St Philip's remembers their experience of answered prayer...

At the age of twenty-one, in 1984, I got my first job and was earning my own money. This was in Stoke Newington town hall in north London. Six months after starting work, an amazing thing happened. Well I think it was amazing anyway.

All through my life I’d suffered with nose bleeds. My earliest childhood memory, from when I was about six, was waking up with a nose bleed. My nose bled all day, and when I went to sleep it was still bleeding onto my pillow.

And as I grew up, my nose would bleed so easily. I might just sniff and it would start. And once started, it would take about half an hour for the bleeding to stop.

And the previous Christmas, in 1984, my nose had started to bleed from both sides at the same time, which scared me.

Anyway, I’d been at my new job about six months. It was a lovely summer’s day and then ‘drat’, I felt my nose begin to bleed.

I quickly went to the toilets and started squeezing damp tissues against my nose to try and stop the blood.

I suddenly felt scared. I don’t know why. I just called out, “Father !” And the bleeding stopped.

I could hardly believe it. I waited and waited. No blood.

Wow.

Since that day, I’ve not had any of those nosebleeds. And that was over forty-two years ago now.