To Thine Be the Glory – Angela D. Martin
Angela Martin’s memoir, To Thine Be the Glory, describes her background, early family life and her changing thoughts on Christianity as she moved into adulthood.
The book recounts her early relationship with God, how she lost this connection but later regained contact, and covers her life up to the time of her baptism in 2012.
About the Author
Angela Martin was born in England to Jamaican parents. Although she has lived in England for most of her life, she has travelled extensively. She is a post-graduate of Kings College, London where she studied MSc Information Processing and Neural Networks.
Angela formally came to faith in 2012 and in July 2015 she took a leap of faith and started Vine Ministry UK, which encompasses teaching, evangelism and counselling on the Christian faith.
This is the first book of a series Angela intends to write based on her life as a Christian.
Excerpt from Chapter Three
My parents made me attend Sunday School. Admittedly my attendance was erratic, I was not encouraged to take it seriously. I suppose it gave my parent a slight break of a Sunday morning from us children as well as the fact that there was a rather persistent saint by the name of Kevin, who persuaded my parents to let us attend Sunday school in order to hear the word of the Lord. I saw him again a few years back upon returning to my parent’s home briefly. He had greyed somewhat but he still remains true to his faith. I remember leaving Sunday school with a copy fo the New Testament. I now understand why. You see even back then, Churches had summarised the most important aspect of Christian life and what should be the main focus with respects to spiritual well being that is, the teachings of the New Testament. However, through reading the Old Testament one gets an appreciation of the New Testament. It is like neural networks you examine what has happened in the past, what is happening now and extrapolate to estimate what is going to happen in the future.
I would often recite the Lord’s prayer, before going to bed and, as a result this was the prayer that remained in my subconscious.
Perhaps through the brief Sunday school teaching that I had had at the time it was the one prayer that stuck and rang home. I felt a connection with the Lord from this early age. I remember my logic and reasoning skills were sharp. You see logic, reasoning, psychology is spirituality and what better logistic than our Lord Jesus who is perfect in every way.
My parents soon adapted to civilised England where things were done more meticulously, structured and where money was the primary focus for survival. You see having taken a look at scripture, I can see the similarities between how the Israelites decided upon having a kingdom structure for leadership instead of a God lead structure and my parent’s conforming to this new way of living in England. I remember my father, although now earning a living and having a considerable amount of savings, complaining about how cold people were and the love and trust he experienced back in Jamaica amongst his family he so missed, and he became irritable. What a torment I now realise this must have been for him, coupled with the fact he is illiterate and cannot read to stimulate his mind, a basic commodity so many of us take for granted. So you can imagine the raw anger and frustration my father had been carrying around inside him for so many years.