FROM HELLS ANGEL TO CHRIST - A NEW CHAPTER

This is the true story of Mick Whitburn:
	"I was born in London in 1955 and lived there with my parents until the late 60's when my family moved to Hampshire about 35 miles away. It was during these teenage years that I became aware of quite a difference between me and my brothers, especially my elder brother. My elder brother is quite intelligent, he was doing well at school and was in the highest class whereas I was in the lowest class possible. I became increasingly rebellious at school, not learning much, getting into a lot of trouble, and ending up the complete opposite of my elder brother, who by now was a fine police officer. I actually ended up serving about 10 years of my life in and out of different prisons. As soon as I was old enough, I wanted to leave school, but my father had other ideas and told me that I was going to have to stay on at school to gain an education.	F U L L M E M B E R O F S A T A N ' S B R E E D B I K E R S I A S K E D F O R A B I B L E S I N N E R ' S P R A Y E R S A T A N D E F E A T E D H A L L E L U J A H
This is where I started to get more and more rebellious and was finally expelled from school for violence and theft. I left school wanting to prove I could do things my way, and to do my own thing, therefore I started a life of crime at an early age, stealing petty things, mainly from shops to start with. This led on to stealing cars and assaulting a police officer. Whilst serving one of my sentences I met a biker who I linked up with on my release. Now drugs became a normal everyday part of life. I started with dope and soon moved on to speed and L.S.D. I was by now a full member of Satan's Breed bikers and had several demonic tattoos placed all over my body, including an upside-down cross on my leg, 666 on my knee and the club patches of Death's Head with Satan's Breed, Wales. During the time I was with the Hells Angels I was arrested on a firearms charge. If anyone had told me that I would end up in hell I would have said that I knew that, but at least I would know everybody and we would be sitting down having a party. I had no problem with believing in heaven and hell . By the time I was 27 I was realising that I was in a no win situation. I left the bikers and returned home to my parents. I had not been in contact with any of my family for 10 years. After finding out where my mother and father were living I walked back into their lives with a bag of clothes and the dirty jeans that I stood in. My father said that I was like the prodigal son, although my father is not a church go-er. I went back home as I knew that I needed a change in my life. I found work on a building site but it wasn't long before I started to hang out with my old school mates. I was working all day and wanted to go drinking with my mates all weekend. I started to take a lot of speed at this time, at first just to keep going with the drink at the weekend, then to keep going at work, before long I was fixing it,(using a syringe to inject the drug into my arm); this led on to taking heroin to come down and get some sleep. My mother saw some syringes in my bedroom drawer one day, although she never said anything to me. Out of my own guilt at the time I moved out of my parents home, and ended up living in Devon where I started taking a lot of magic mushrooms (a form of L.S.D), smoke a lot of dope and brew my own beer. After about a 2 year period in Devon I ended up on a charge of kidnap, possessing a firearm and actual bodily harm and received a 4 year prison sentence. Upon my release I moved to Southend to work with a con-man. We sold counterfeit goods, designer labels and perfumes etc. I was soon back in prison - this time for 18 months in what proved to be my last sentence.
My cell-mate was an atheist, but one day we were in the cell talking about God and the Devil. I said to him that if there was a God He didn't love me. ´How do you work that out,' he asked? 'Well if He loved me I wouldn't keep ending up in prison,' I said. 'That's not God, that's the Devil having a laugh at you,' he said. 'Yeah you're probably right,' I replied. That was an interesting conversation seeing as my mate was supposed to be an atheist!
It was then I think God decided to show me just how much he loved me. I ended up in solitary confinement and I don't know why, but I asked for a Bible. I read about Noah and the ark which brought back memories of Sunday school days and shortly after this I went back onto the wing and kept the Bible with me in the cell. I was expecting to stay in Bellmarsh Prison as I only had about 8 weeks left to serve, so it was unexpected when they told me that I was going to be moved to Blundeston Prison. At Blundeston I was put in a 4 man cell and the other 3 that I was to share the cell with were all born-again Christians. The first night I was in the cell it was very tense, as I was laying on the top bunk smoking a joint. I never wanted to be there and felt they didn't want me in there either. One of my cell mates began to tell me how he used to take heroin on a daily basis, then he added, 'but He got me off it and without going cold turkey.' 'Who got you off it?' I would ask. 'Jesus,' he would say. 'Yeah sure,' I would answer. However, I started to go to the Prison church services and in my last few weeks inside also attended the bible studies as well. When I was released I moved into a room in Victoria, central London. To earn a little money I sold homeless person's magazines (The Big Issue) when one day a Christian lady approached me and asked me how I stood with God. This was out of the blue and took me by surprise. 'Well not very good I don't suppose,' I said. She asked me if I wanted to go to a cafe and have a cup of coffee and say a prayer. After a short conversation in the cafe, she asked me if I was a sinner. I said I had enough sin to fill a book! That´s good enough,' she said, then led me through what is known as the sinner's prayer. Over the next couple of days it was like a battle going on inside of me. One minute I would try to read the Bible that I had brought out of prison with me, but I couldn't make much sense of it so the next minute I would have some dope and a couple of cans of cider. This went on for a few days then I thought I wonder if that woman could help me with some of the Bible. The following Sunday, I thought I might as well go and see what this church is like. I called round for the woman that I had met on the street (her name was Jenny). The first unusual thing was that the service was held in a Hotel and the next thing I thought was unusual was that they had an electric guitar and keyboards for the worship! I was expecting a piano or organ for the hymns. It was during the worship that I first got touched by the Holy Spirit .The tears just started to roll down my cheeks as I was singing, 'Satan defeated hallelujah,' and I had a joy come into my heart. After the Service Jenny gave me a powerful testimony tape to listen to. I listened to the tape as soon as I got back to the bedsit. It wasn't until the tape clicked off that it seemed like I was suddenly back in the world again. I realized that I hadn't even had a cigarette all day and made myself a roll-up. I took two drags and was almost physically sick. I thought, 'that's going to have to go!' I took the tobacco out and threw it down the rubbish shoot. Over the next 3 days I was filled with the Holy Spirit on a number of occasions. Every time I threw out something like my drugs, beer bottles, hash pipes or pornographic magazines I would break down crying and repenting and experienced a deeper infilling with the Holy Spirit. I started speaking in tongues and was delivered by the Lord at the same time. Now I love Jesus and want to serve Him all the days of my life." Mick Whitburn is now currently involved with Holy Nation Church Prison Ministries. He has written his full testimony in his biography entitled "A NEW CHAPTER". You can order the book by clicking on the link on the left side, or here.