I was ten years old when I became a Christian. At school, I talked openly about Jesus to my friends, and told them how they could become Christians. I even stood on a desk and preached to a whole class until the teacher arrived. I had discovered the first and foremost passion in my life – to declare the good news about Jesus to anyone who will listen. At school, some listened, some ignored me, but some believed. I began to meet regularly with a small group of friends to teach them about God. I do not remember the content of my teaching but I am sure God began to use me to reach others with the good news about Jesus. When I was thirteen I started at a new school, and it was here that I discovered my second passion. One day, my friend Crispian lent me his electric guitar. I will never forget that day. I remember picking up the bright red Fender Stratocaster and plugging it into an amp. I was amazed that six metal wires attached to a piece of wood could produce such a glorious sound. I wa...