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INTRODUCTION
My name is Eamonn. For many years I was an alcoholic, and saw no
hope for the future. As far as my relatives, friends, and
neighbours were concerned, I was heading for 'Skid Row', and was
a lost cause.
Eventually, the drink got such a grip on my life that I ended up
in the Alcoholic Unit of an Institution.
But God has been merciful to me, and has completely transformed
my life.
In this little booklet I would like to share with you how this
happened.
SCHOOL DAYS
I am one of a family of ten, seven boys and three girls. My
parents were fairly religious, and followed the family
traditions, which had been handed down for many generations. All
of us were baptised, as infants, into the Roman Catholic Church.
I began my school days at the Presentation Convent in Thurles,
and for three years was taught by the nuns. I can still remember
that some of them were cross with me, but I suppose I was not the
best-behaved boy in the class.
The nuns had the task of preparing us for our first
confession. They had a small Chinese counting board in the
classroom, and used this to demonstrate to us how the priest
would slide back the little door in the confession box as he
prepared to listen to us confess our sins to him.
We practiced making our confession by telling our sins to the
nuns. Then, when we were adequately prepared, we went to the
Chapel and confessed our sins to the priest. The nuns also
prepared us for our First Communion, which we received at the age
of seven.
This was always a great occasion, both for the children and
for their parents. I remember getting new shoes, and a new suit,
shirt and tie. But the money and presents I got from relatives
and friends of the family were certainly the most important
things, as far as I was concerned. The day consisted of lots of
photographs being taken, and all of us really enjoying ourselves,
especially at the party which the nuns laid on for the boys and
girls.
Shortly after receiving my First Communion I attended the
Christian Brothers' Primary School. It was here that I was
introduced to the worship of the Blessed Virgin Mary. There were
a number of statues of Mary in the school. The largest of them
was situated at the end of the corridor that led to our
classrooms.
Each day in school when the bell was rung at noon, we would
all stand up and say the Angelus. We were glad to get a few
minutes' break from the lessons. The prayers were just rattled
off, without meaning. The Angelus was also to be said each
evening when the Chapel bell rang at six o' clock.
While attending that school I was prepared for my
Confirmation. At the age of twelve, the Archbishop laid hands on
me and anointed me with Chrism. According to the Church, I was
now baptised with the Holy Spirit, and a soldier of Jesus Christ.
This Sacrament I had just received would, I was told, empower and
enable me to live a holy life and to overcome temptation.
It soon became clear to me and to many others that the ceremony I
had gone through was no more than a man-made ritual, and could do
absolutely nothing to change my life.
MY FIRST TASTE OF ALCOHOL
A short time after receiving my Confirmation I attended the
Christian Brothers' Secondary School. During my time at this
school I got my first taste of alcoholic drink. Along with a few
other boys in my class, I got hooked on the drink at an early
age. Two of us went on to become alcoholics.
My good friend and drinking partner committed suicide a few years
ago. He was married to a lovely girl and they had two children.
His business was booming, and he had no financial problems. He
seemed to have everything going for him. For some reason he just
snapped, picked up his shotgun, and in an instant went out into
eternity. Many an alcoholic could tell you of times when the
pressure gets so great that suicide seems to be the only way out.
On more than one occasion I felt like taking my own life. At one
stage I decided I would drive my car into a wall, but I just did
not have the courage to do it.
Some alcoholics will talk about their thoughts of suicide.
Others never talk about it but, to the dismay of all who know
them, they suddenly take their own lives. Alcohol can cause such
despair in a person that they can see no other way out but to
kill themselves. How I thank God for restraining me when I felt
suicidal.
I know now, from reading the Scriptures, that it is wrong to
take your own life.
I can sincerely say to anybody who is feeling miserable and down
and out, or who may be feeling that you have come to the end of
your tether, and can see no light at the end of the tunnel, that
there is a way out. There is hope for you. I know this from
experience.
Right now you can call out to the Lord Jesus Christ for help.
He says in the Scriptures: "Behold, I stand at the door, and
knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come
in." ( Revelation Ch. 3 v 20 )
He is standing at the door of your life right now, wanting to
come in to save you. HE IS ABLE to deliver you from your
addiction and from your misery, depression and anxiety.
But even more important is the fact that "HE IS ABLE TO SAVE
completely those who come to God through Him, because He always
lives to intercede for them." ( Hebrews Ch.7 v 25 ).
IN THE SCRUM
After leaving school my drinking became heavier. I was very
interested in sports, especially swimming and badminton. I was a
member of a badminton team, but very often when a game was about
to be played I would be missing. Sometimes I had to be coaxed out
of the pub to play in a match. Eventually, I decided that the
badminton was interfering with my drinking, so it had to go.
Some time later a friend of mine approached me and asked if I
would be interested in joining the local rugby team. He reckoned
that because I was six ft. tall, well built and fit that I would
be very suitable for the game. I decided to join the team, and
for the next seventeen years rugby became a very big part of my
life.
Shortly after joining the team I was introduced to the
'social' side of rugby. I would like to point out here that I am
in no way being critical of rugby, or of anybody who plays the
game. I am just saying that, as far as I am concerned, the social
side of rugby affected me personally, for it involved a lot of
heavy drinking. After each game, we drank. If we won, we drank,
and if we lost, we drank. Regardless of the outcome of the match,
we celebrated with a drink.
I would drink before and after training, and I always had to
have a few before a game, to calm the nerves and boost the
courage. The "adrenalin stimulator" was especially
necessary if the opposing team included a panel of 'hard chaws'.
And so the alcohol continued to gain more control over me.
SHOCKED BY THE TRUTH
In 1973 I got a job with the Erin Foods Company, in Thurles. For
eight years I worked as a helper on the trucks, delivering
products to various parts of the country. Sometimes this involved
staying out overnight. That suited me, as I could then drink
freely, being away from home. I earned good money, more, in fact,
than my father, who had worked for many years in another branch
of the same Company. Most of the money I earned was spent on
drink, as my addiction continued to worsen.
Eventually, I got tired of all the travelling, and moved in to
the factory itself. I was shifted about quite a bit, working at
different jobs. One of these involved driving a forklift.
Later on I was moved to the first floor of the factory. It was
during my time in this area that I came into contact with Dick
Keogh. I had known him for some time, and knew that he enjoyed
life. He was in the music business, and had been in a band for
some years.
But after a few weeks I noticed that he was a changed man. He
was now talking about God. He was trying to tell us about a Jesus
Christ who had died for us and who could save us. I noticed that
everything he told us was from the Bible. I remember that he had
a little book, which had a red cover. On it were written the
words, 'New Testament'. At that time I did not know what a New
Testament was. I was in complete ignorance concerning the Bible.
I didn't know it contains sixty-six books, and consists of an Old
and New Testament.
It saddens me to know that even today, here in Ireland, there
are thousands of people who are still in ignorance concerning the
Scriptures. So many are still unaware that "The Gospel is
the power of God for the salvation of everyone who
believes."
( Romans Ch. 1 v 16 ).
Well, this man was showing us in his New Testament that Christ
willingly went to Calvary on our behalf, and took our place by
actually becoming our substitute. He suffered and died upon the
cross, paying the penalty for the guilt of our sins. He laid down
His life as a 'Once-For-All' Sacrifice for sin.
He showed us that "It is by GRACE you have been saved,
through FAITH - and this not from yourselves, - it is the GIFT of
God - NOT BY WORKS, so that no - one can boast." ( Ephesians
Ch.2 v 8, 9 )
I was shocked to hear that a person is saved by Faith in the
Lord Jesus Christ. I had been taught that salvation must be
earned or merited by a person doing their best, by being
religious, and by doing good works. This was the first time I had
ever heard what the Scriptures had to say about the way of
salvation, so it was quite a shock to my system.
I was not prepared to put aside all the traditions and
teachings which had been handed down to me. Some of these I had
learned at home, and others had been taught to me in school.
When I was being prepared for my First Communion the nuns had
taught me that Jesus would actually be present in the host which
the priest would place in my mouth on that great day. They told
me that every time I received the host throughout the rest of my
life I would, in fact, be receiving Christ.
I was taught by the Christian Brothers that the statue at the
end of the corridor in our school, the one of the Blessed Virgin
standing on the serpent's head, actually depicted Mary's power
over the devil. They also taught me that the Blessed Virgin was
sinless, and that she could Mediate for me in heaven.
All of these teachings and all of the traditions I had learned
since childhood were very important to me, so I decided to oppose
this man and the message he was proclaiming. I encouraged some of
the friends I worked with in the factory to make life difficult
for him. We tormented him as much as we could. We hid his New
Testament, abused him verbally and really blackguarded him. I
nicknamed him "The Bishop".
NO BACKDOORS
One day I was so busy on my machine that I could not leave it. I
was watching some of my friends as they tried to torment Dick.
They were verbally abusing him and trying to make him angry. They
tried everything to upset him. But he just kept smiling through
it all. This really bugged me.
That was the day I finally realised that this man had
something different. Whatever it was, we could not break it, no
matter how hard we tried. There and then I decided to ask my
friend, Jimmy, one of those who took great delight in making life
difficult for "The Bishop", if he would accompany me to
one of the Bible Studies. The idea was that we would just go to
have a good laugh at the people there. We were not sure if we
would be allowed to attend, but when we asked, Dick reached out
and shook our hands, and told us that we would be very welcome at
one of the meetings. These were held in his home on Tuesday and
Friday nights and on Sunday mornings.
On the following Tuesday night we arrived outside his home. We
could hear the singing coming from the room in which the meeting
was being held. We just burst out laughing. In fact, at one
stage, we had to bite our jumpers, in case our laughter would be
heard above the singing. Even when we walked into the room we
were laughing loudly, but they did not seem to mind. They just
continued what they were doing.
What really spoke to me was the way they were praying. The
prayers were so meaningful and personal. They seemed to be
praying to someone with whom they actually had a personal
relationship.
Then Dick gave a message from the Scriptures, and the smiles
soon came off our faces. The Gospel message he shared that night
was not watered down. It went straight to the heart. As I
listened, it became very clear that there were no backdoors into
heaven, as I had believed. I learned at that meeting that Jesus
had said; "I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life, no - one
comes to the Father except through Me." ( John Ch. 14 v 6 ).
I had been hoping to get in to heaven through one of the back
doors, which were, as far as I was concerned, dependence upon the
Church, the Blessed Virgin, and many of the Saints, along with
'doing my best.' But the message of the Scriptures was very clear
that night, and showed me that salvation is by FAITH ALONE IN
CHRIST ALONE.
God's Word really penetrated, and it hurt me to be confronted
with what I knew to be the truth. In the Bible it says: "For
the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double -
edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit,
joints and marrow; It judges the thoughts and attitudes of the
heart. ( Hebrews Ch.4 v 12 )
That night I realised this was true for, as the word of God
was being proclaimed, my heart was touched. I was really
challenged. I hurt me when I realised what Jesus had to do in
order to save sinners like me. My laughter nearly turned to
tears, but I was too proud to let the tears flow from my eyes.
I realised that I needed to respond to God's love for me, but
I was not prepared to give up the traditions I had grown up with.
Neither was I willing to give up my carefree lifestyle. I was
especially determined that there was no way I would give up the
drink. It meant too much to me.
SITTING ON THE FENCE
We got an invitation to come to more meetings, and I did, in
fact, attend many. There I learned that when Jesus partook of the
Last Supper with His disciples He said to them: "I will no
longer eat of it until it is fulfilled in the kingdom of
God." ( Luke Ch.22 v 16).
So it was clear to me that Christ could not have been present
in that host I had received on my First Communion day or, in
fact, in any of the hosts I had received since then.
According to the Scriptures that were being expounded, the
risen Saviour is at His Father's right hand in heaven, as our
High Priest, Mediator and Advocate.
I also learned that it was not the Blessed Virgin Mary who
crushed the serpent's head, but that the Lord Jesus Christ
defeated Satan at Calvary.
I was amazed to see in the Scriptures that "There is ONE
Mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus." (
1Timothy Ch.2 v 5 ).
Again and again I heard the way of salvation, as outlined in
the Bible, expounded. What an eye - opener it was to learn that
Christ had suffered and died on the cross as MY substitute,
paying the penalty for MY sins. The more I heard God's word
proclaimed the more convinced I became of what I should do. I
knew the step I had to take, but for many years I just 'sat on
the fence', with one foot in the world, and one foot in
Christianity. I said I knew Jesus, but deep down in my heart I
knew I was far away from God.
The Lord was calling me to follow Him, but I did not want to
listen to Him. I was just like the Prophet Jonah. When God called
him, he ran away. He ran in the opposite direction. I was
certainly running away from God. But He continued to patiently
call me. I resisted, and even argued with God, asking Him,
"Why me"? I said to God, "There is no way I am
going to go in that direction." You see, I was not prepared
to give up my drinking or change my lifestyle. I was quite happy
to have a 'religious front' and to wear a 'mask' of
respectability.
I felt I could live a double life. I could LOOK like a
Christian, but LIVE like a pagan.
I can say to anybody who is in a similar position today, that
'sitting on the fence' will just make you miserable. You will
feel torn asunder, tormented and confused. This is how I was.
FIREWATER
My drinking continued to get heavier. It finally got to the stage
where I was having blackouts. For a long time I did not realise
this, and thought I was just becoming forgetful. But eventually I
began to realise that something was wrong. People began to ask me
if I enjoyed being in a particular place, or doing a particular
thing, but I didn't have a clue what they were talking about.
They must have realised by the blank expression on my face that I
wasn't 'with it' at all. I became so embarrassed by this that I
began to lie to people, and to pretend that I remembered where I
had been and what I had done.
I was being very badly affected by the drink at this stage. It
is not surprising that the Red Indians referred to alcohol as
'Firewater.' They also called it the 'Spirit'. As far as I am
concerned, it is an evil spirit. It is something that is used by
the devil to destroy individuals, homes, families, and even whole
communities.
Like many others, the glitter and tinsel setting of
advertisements on TV for alcoholic drink deceived me. I have
often said that the liquor reminds me of a rose garden. The rose
looks beautiful, but when you touch it you soon discover that
there are thorns also, and that they sting. So it is with the
booze. I soon discovered that. When I touched the drink I got
stung, and badly stung.
I realised that my health was beginning to be affected, but I
was still craving for the very thing that was destroying me.
Unknown to myself, I had now entered what is technically known as
the 'Chronic' stage of alcoholism
A 'DOG IN THE CORNER'
When I met Bernie, she didn't realise just how serious my
drinking addiction was. I made sure I was never badly intoxicated
whenever I was in her company. But shortly after our marriage she
began to experience the difficulties encountered when living with
an alcoholic. She was very patient, and made every effort to help
me overcome my addiction. But my craving for alcohol continued to
increase.
We have three lovely children. Our oldest girl, Barbara, is
now seventeen years of age. She is handicapped, having been born
with Cerebral Palsy. Our other daughter, Yvonne, is fifteen years
old, and Matthew is six.
Barbara will never know that her father was an alcoholic.
Matthew didn't ever see me drunk, but Yvonne did see a lot of
what went on. She often pleaded with me not to go out drinking.
I can remember seeing that same look of helplessness and lostness
in the eyes of may wife and children that I had seen on TV, in
the eyes of the unfortunate children of Biafra and Ethiopia. My
family felt so helpless as they saw me continuing to destroy
myself. But nothing would stop me.
If I wanted drink, I had to have it. If I didn't have the money
for drink, I was not a very nice person to be at home with. I was
like a 'dog in the corner', and no - one could come near me in
case they got bitten. It breaks my heart now when I remember the
hurt I caused to my wife and children.
My drinking became so heavy that I could no longer hold down
my job in Erin Foods. When I got my redundancy money, I gave my
family what I considered to be their portion, but I spent a far
larger amount on the booze. I kept drinking day after day until
every penny was gone. Eventually, the alcohol began to take its
toll on my body. My health broke down, and I was diagnosed as
having Burgess' Disease. This is a blood disorder which, in my
case, was caused by excessive drinking.
ON 'SKID ROW'
One evening I finally realised that I was heading for 'Skid Row.'
I had been in the pub since early morning, and was very
intoxicated. I GOT INTO MY CAR AND DROVE TO Dick and Mary Keogh's
home. They were glad to see me, even though I was drunk, crying
and sick. I felt all broken up inside. I was in a terrible state.
They talked to me for a long time, counselling me and offering
to help me get my life in order. Acting on their advice, I agreed
that Dick should take me to get a letter from my doctor stating
that I was in urgent need of Detoxification.
Then he drove me to an institution, where I was admitted to
the 'Drying Out' unit. He stayed with me until I was settled in,
and then drove my car to my home and explained the situation to
my wife and family. They were very relieved to hear that I was
finally willing to admit that I had a problem, and that I was
prepared to accept help to overcome it.
I spent three weeks in that institution. After I had been
'dried out', it was suggested to me that I could benefit greatly
by spending some time in another institution, one which ran a
recovery programme for alcoholics. I agreed to this, and was
transferred to a unit in Co. Waterford.
Something that really spoke to me was the fact that while I was
there in that unit, not one of my drinking partners came to visit
me. Not one of them even sent me a 'Get Well' card. They had no
interest in me now, because I could not buy them a few drinks.
When I had money in my pocket, and was buying rounds for the
boys, I was a very popular fellow, but now they just did not want
to know me. I learned a very important lesson; to the alcoholic,
drink is far more important than people are.
JUST A 'SOCIAL' DRINK
At this stage I was in very bad shape. I was a broken man. I was
suffering from the shakes, and was in what alcoholics call the
'Rats'. I was having severe withdrawal symptoms, having been
without a drink for over three weeks. It felt as if I was having
a heavy bout of 'flu, twenty times each day. My heart was
palpitating, and I was convinced I could see things flickering up
before my eyes. I could hear voices in my head, saying,
"Everybody is laughing at you. You are foolish to be going
through this torture. Go back home and have a few drinks and then
you will feel fine."
My eyes were really opened to the power and evil of drink during
my stay at that unit. I saw a man who had to be restrained in a
strait-jacket, in case he would kill himself or somebody else.
One of the men in my ward was dying of Cirrhosis of the liver,
which had been caused by excessive drinking. He was only forty
years of age. I heard him screaming for a drink. There he was, on
his death-bed, crying out for a drink, the very thing that was
literally killing him.
Here were men who had started off, just like I had, by taking a
'social' drink. But 'social' drinking soon became excessive
drinking, and finally went on to be a soul-destroyer.
It is not surprising that God says in His word: "Do you
not know that the wicked will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do
not be deceived; Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor
adulterers nor male prostitutes nor homosexual offenders nor
thieves nor the greedy nor DRUNKARDS nor slanderers nor swindlers
will inherit the kingdom of God." ( 1Corinthians Ch.2 v 9,
10 ).
According to God's word, no drunkard will enter heaven. But God
is willing to save and change drunkards. In verse 11 He says:
"And this is what some of you WERE. But you were washed, you
were sanctified, you were justified in the Name of our Lord Jesus
Christ and by the Spirit of our God."
I know this is true, for I was a drunkard, steeped in sin. I
thank God that He is interested in saving and delivering the
drunkard.
One of the other patients in my ward, a man named Martin,
tried to hang himself one morning in the hospital bathroom. His
wife had left him and, as a result, he was suffering from deep
depression. He would not talk to anybody in the Institution, or
eat anything.
Dick and his father were visiting me that evening, and both of
them had a long talk with Martin. He responded, and cheered up.
From then on he began to improve. I was delighted to hear that
after he was discharged from the hospital he attended a Gospel
meeting in Waterford Baptist Church. Michael Grant, the Pastor of
that Church, had visited me and helped me a lot while I was
hospitalised.
NO CONDEMNATION
As the weeks went by, my mind began to clear, and I was able to
remember a lot of what I had heard over the years concerning the
Lord Jesus Christ. I recalled one of the Scripture verses I had
heard mentioned so often, and which is found in the Gospel of
John, Ch.3 v 16; It reads: "For God so loved the world, that
He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him
should not perish, but have everlasting life."
I asked myself if it was possible that God could love me. I
knew I was a filthy sinner, and did not deserve God's mercy. I
reckoned my sin was so black that God could not forgive me. I had
hurt so many people, and had offended God. It just seemed
impossible that I could be forgiven.
But God brought to mind a passage of Scripture I had heard in the
past. It reads: "Therefore, there is now NO CONDEMNATION for
those who are in Christ Jesus." ( Romans Ch.8 v 1).
I remembered hearing that all the condemnation for my sins was
placed on the shoulders of the Lord Jesus Christ as He hung upon
the cross at Calvary. He paid in full the penalty for all my
sins, as He suffered and died as my substitute. I finally
realised that God the Father could actually forgive my sins right
NOW because His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ, had actually already
borne the punishment that was due to me because of my sins.
I got down on my knees in the privacy of my room in that institution in Waterford, and repented of my sins. I asked God to forgive me and to come into my life and change me. I asked Him to make me the person He wanted me to be. This was no half-hearted request. It was a cry from the heart. God answered my cry, and came into my life that night.
Many years previously I had fallen in the mud and the mire of
sin. I had been sinking fast, and it seemed as if all that was
left over the mire was my hand. But when I called out to Jesus
for help, He clasped that hand for me and pulled me up out of the
pit of sin.
In Psalm 40, vs. 1 and 2, we read these words; "I waited
patiently for the Lord; He turned to me and heard my cry. He
lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and the mire; He
set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand."
BACK HOME
I came home from that Institution as a changed man. God had
changed me. He had completely taken away the desire for alcohol,
and placed within my heart a determination to live for Him in
such a way that Glory would be brought to His Name.
I applied to join the Evangelical Church in Thurles and, after
some months was received into membership.
Some time later I felt I should work alongside my good
friends, Brian and Cathy Harvey who, along with their son, David,
and some friends, were involved in holding children's meetings in
Thurles and Roscrea. These meetings, which are called 5-Day
Clubs, consist of Bible Stories, quizzes, memory verses and
choruses.
When these were ended, Bernie and I decided to hold children's
meetings in our home on Saturdays. We visited our neighbours and
asked if they would give their children permission to attend our
Good-News-Club.
We asked Dick and Mary Keogh and their daughter, Rebecca, if
they would help us lead the meetings.
One of the lessons we have covered with the children is
Pilgrim's Progress. It was a great delight to see the youngsters
listen so attentively as they were told about people who find
themselves in the "Valley of Decision", and realise
their need to respond positively to the invitation of Jesus, who
dais: "Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I
will give you rest." ( Matthew Ch.11 v 28 ).
WASTED YEARS RESTORED
Some time ago I listened to a song called 'Wasted Years'. The
words of the song seem to describe a large part of my life, which
was completely wasted on drink.
But I thank God that He has given me a new start. I can
identify with what He says in His word: " Therefore, if
anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; OLD things have passed
away; behold, all things become NEW." (2 Corinthians Ch.5 v
17).
God, in His grace and mercy, has picked up the pieces of my
shattered life and restored me.
I have written this little booklet to remind other dear men and
women who may be struggling, as I was, with alcohol addiction,
that there is a God of love and compassion who is willing and
able to save your soul and to deliver you from your misery.
You may be asking the question, "WHEN can I come to the
Lord and receive His forgiveness"? Look at what God says in
His word: "Come NOW, let us reason together, says the Lord.
Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as
snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like
wool." ( Isaiah Ch. 1 v 18 )
"Behold, NOW is the accepted time; behold, NOW is the day
of salvation." ( 2Corinthians Ch.6 v 2).
INVITATION
Dear Friend, many people had given up on me, but God hadn't. He
was interested in me, and I know He is interested in you, also.
When it seemed that nobody loved me, He did, and He loves you,
too.
Jesus has already proved how much He loves you, by willingly
going to the cross as your substitute.
Why not come to Him today, in repentance for your sins? Right
now, just where you are, you can ask Him to forgive you and to
save you. Ask Him to come into your life as Saviour and Lord and
to change you.
God says in His word: "Call to Me and I will answer
you"
(Jeremiah Ch. 33 v 3).
"Everyone who calls on the Name of the Lord WILL be
saved"
(Romans Ch. 10 v 13).
It is my heart's desire and prayer to God that today you will put
your life in the hands of Jesus, who said: "I have come that
they may have life, and that they may have it more
abundantly." ( John Ch.10 v 10 ).
If, after reading this, you would like further information, or if
you would like to receive any of the following, free of charge,
(a) A BIBLE;
(b) A GOSPEL MESSAGE ON CASSETTE TAPE;
(c) LITERATURE EXPLAINING THE WAY OF SALVATION,
Please contact me at the following address:
EAMONN O' DWYER,
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EMAIL - Israel@esatclear.ie