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Just a couple of years ago I was in the middle of a gang war. There was a lot of bloodshed on both sides. One kid lost his life after being stabbed in the heart. Three individuals were, subsequently, charged with his murder. I myself was stabbed in my face just a few inches shy of my temple. I was rushed to an outside hospital where the doctors had to perform surgery. As I lay there on that operating table, I wasn’t thinking about the pain. My only thought was getting back to the jail and continuing the war.

Okay, so let me back up some. I have been a believer in Christ since I was 16 years old. But, at age 18, my grandfather passed away. I was angry at God and rebelled. I started studying the occult, which led me to the Church of Satan. I started practicing magic and soon was lost in the dark arts. Then I married a woman who was Wiccan.

I am a 47-year-old male and I have been a drug addict since age 14. I have been married twice and have three children and four grand children. And, although I am in prison, I know that I have people who love me. 

In saying this, I have been in prison most of my life, with this being my eighth time back there. But, for the first time in my life, I've found true love in Jesus.