Peter Furler steps up to the microphone every night on stage with Newsboys. Having grown up in Australia as the son of missionary parents, Peter was faced with some unique opportunities to share his faith. He explains:

"I've been on various trips with my dad all my life. He's a missionary and a pastor. The church that he was pastoring was a missions church, so they basically just sent people out. I've been up the middle of Australia doing tent revivalsin the hot canvas tents, with people in their safari suits, complete with the church organ lady, a drummer and a trumpet player (I played the drums then).

"I can remember one trip when I was probably twelve, and having to dress up like a clown with my brother to go into these schools. I was so embarrassed. I wasn't embarrassed of God, because I loved God even then. I won't say that I was following him as close as I should've been, but I did have a love for God. We would do these stupid clown skits, popping balloons with Bible scriptures in them? I probably didn't appreciate my dad that much then. When we would come home, he'd then go out by himself and do a week or two in Fiji, New Guinea, or New Caledonia, or someplace in the South Pacific.

"About the second or third time he went to Fiji he took me along. When we got to Fiji, which is a bit of a resort place, I probably had my heart more on staying at the resort than the missions part of the trip. We ended up going out to these islands off Fijia place where many people aren't allowed to go. So me, my dad and one other guy went to this island with all native people.

"There were a lot of witch doctors and freaky stuff like that going on. Cannibalism had only been gone about 30-40 years. The villages would fight each other and the winners would take people back and tie them to these big poles that were still standingwith dark blood stains all over them. It was really freaky. It was a big culture shock on top of it. You'd get up in the morning and catch bait first to catch fish for dinner and then the women cooked it. At night my dad would have these sort of revival meetings. These people didn't need moneyor anything. They had no need except for Christ. Unless the coconuts didn't grow that yearwhich just didn't happen.

"It was probably in these meetings that I saw my dad in a whole new light. I saw him as a man who really believed what he was speakinghe was really living what he believed. He wanted to share Christ with these people. He didn't get a cent for doing this. He got a letter from someone inviting him to come, so he saved up his own money to go there. There were no hidden motives, this was just the real deal. Seeing my dad in this way was probably the biggest thing that changed me. It was also a big chance to not be around friends who could influence me in a certain way, and stepping out of my whole surroundings of being where I was comfortablewhich was actually a fairly godless place.

"While I was there my dad asked me to go share with these people through an interpreter. A week before that I was probably out getting drunk with my friends somewhere, and then I was there, spent the week fishing, and talking to a guy who couldn't speak my language using an interpreter. I said the sinner's prayer with him. The whole concept of just sharing my simple faith with him blew me away. All I knew was that I believed in God. I believed in Jesus as the Son of God, and that he came and died and rose again. That's all I believed. It was very simple. Even though it was a big thing to believe what I did, I didn't really know why I believed it.

"I came back definitely changed, but I can't say that I came back and had my life fixed-up, because I had the same surroundings, and friends, etc. But I went back with a different foundation than when I had left. There was a little bit of the Rock in there. I probably could've swung a different way, had it not been for the grace of God and my parent's prayersbut this trip really got me closer to being on the right path. It was definitely the start of a life-changing thing for me."