For St Paul it was the Road to Damascus, for me it was the A19 to Selby. Why God chose that day, that moment, that stretch of carriageway, I don’t know. Suddenly my head began to swim and my stomach turned over. I pulled into a layby to try to compose myself. As strange as it sounds, I felt an overwhelming sense that God had something urgent he wanted to tell me. Either that or someone had spiked my Pot Noodle…