I carried all my Baha'i' books to a local skip, got within 20 feet of it and was rooted to the spot. I prayed for some sign that it really was necessary for this clear-out. A car immediately pulled up. These 'coincidences' increased once I became a Christian. One thing that distinguishes the Christianity I've known at The Gate is honesty.
People are themselves - warts and all.
I was a homeless person living in Dundee. I met a young guy called Ben at a soup kitchen run by The Gate, which gave free food every Sunday. Ben gave me a few talks on being a Christian, which sounded absolutely wonderful. So he invited me to The Gate on the Perth Road. This was around the time when Tony Campolo came to speak at The Gate.