For the first 30 years of my life I thought Jesus was a cruel joke. As young as I can remember, to the age of 13, I was mentally and physically tortured by my (mentally ill) father under a big cross with Jesus on it. I remenber looking up as a child thinking what a joke that was. At 13 I left home and went to work on a dairy farm to be used as free labor and be sexually abused. Some how it was better than being beat. I joined the Navy at 17 and then the alcohol and pot started.
Now comes the best part. When I was around 30, 31 years old and in the Navy. A young Phillipino man talked alot about church. I made fun of him behind his back with a friend but if the truth were to be told Jesus was calling me. I was interested but I just couldn't make the connection yet.
The young mans name was Eddie. Wish I could share this with him but God will have to do that.
Soooooo after years of alcohol, pot etc, and taking any duty that had a good chance of getting me killed. Here I am.
After accepting Christ at 38 years old. Without a doudt, Jesus saved my life.