I'll keep it short...
Growing up with lots of uncles into partying, all players, all good looking and exceptional fighters. All of them leading me by example. Finding stacks of guns as a kid... and my last memory of my dad before him and my mom divorced was him giving me a bowie knife one night when he came home really drunk and high. (Thankfully God helped me and him re-establish a relationship.)
I grew up as a popular kid, and also violent. I dropped out of school when I was 14, and I wanted to live the Scarface lifestyle. I watched the movie everyday, and listened to the theme music all day long while smoking weed and having friends over. I had a gf soon after, and I loved her a lot. I started having people hate me, and started my own small gang, and eventually started stocking up on weapons and trying to organize connections with bigger gangs, and did everything to get our gangs name as a fierce gang to take seriously (I wanted to get noticed.) I would slice people all the time, and since I was only 14 or 15, and there was 20 year old guys after me, I would carry bear mase and always a blade or even a machete. Eventually people took me seriously and I was angry at life, I hated everything, and daily I would search the internet for ways to sell my soul for riches and fame. I didn't know anything about health, so that added to the problem, I always had headaches and was unhealthy. I lived in a house with my mom and her friends, and her friends kids, me and her friends kids would hook up... and I hooked up with my sisters friends... My gf left me and it added fuel to the fire. Eventually I was doing lots of evil and without even having a criminal record police were outside my house everyday watching me, because ppl liked to talk. I did evil and sold evil things, I willingly bowed before Satan. This went on for years and I was really lost, I felt hopeless, I was dropped out of school so in my free time I would read about all the religions on the planet, trying to find truth. I used to call out to God at night time, and ask him to show me the true one. I think eventually I kept reading about all the evidence for Christianity, but I hated the thought of being accountable, so I rejected it for at least a year before I became a Christian. I had a near death experience where I was on drugs and had weapons / drugs on me and I was pulling mase on the police, I was so smart I had no record, that was the first time I did something reckless like that, I was usually planned out before hand, but this time I was reckless, and I almost got beat to death by the police. I had an experience sort of like Pauls in the Bible, I seen Gods angels, and I seen a cross in the sky, and I heard demons laughing at me. Miraculously, I was let off with no charges (most likely because of police brutality), and I went home late that night. I walked into my house, and seen my Bible I was given as a kid, and decided to open it. I read it for at least 4 hours, and I felt Gods presence so strongly, I gave my life to Christ, and went to church the next weekend. I seen the devil standing in the shade (I had seen so many demons before this, I was heavily involved in the occult and trying to sell my soul to Satan before), and he offered me riches, and the thought of hell for eternity scared me, so I turned the corner, and the church was right there. I went to church and have been saved ever since.
Growing up with lots of uncles into partying, all players, all good looking and exceptional fighters. All of them leading me by example. Finding stacks of guns as a kid... and my last memory of my dad before him and my mom divorced was him giving me a bowie knife one night when he came home really drunk and high. (Thankfully God helped me and him re-establish a relationship.)
I grew up as a popular kid, and also violent. I dropped out of school when I was 14, and I wanted to live the Scarface lifestyle. I watched the movie everyday, and listened to the theme music all day long while smoking weed and having friends over. I had a gf soon after, and I loved her a lot. I started having people hate me, and started my own small gang, and eventually started stocking up on weapons and trying to organize connections with bigger gangs, and did everything to get our gangs name as a fierce gang to take seriously (I wanted to get noticed.) I would slice people all the time, and since I was only 14 or 15, and there was 20 year old guys after me, I would carry bear mase and always a blade or even a machete. Eventually people took me seriously and I was angry at life, I hated everything, and daily I would search the internet for ways to sell my soul for riches and fame. I didn't know anything about health, so that added to the problem, I always had headaches and was unhealthy. I lived in a house with my mom and her friends, and her friends kids, me and her friends kids would hook up... and I hooked up with my sisters friends... My gf left me and it added fuel to the fire. Eventually I was doing lots of evil and without even having a criminal record police were outside my house everyday watching me, because ppl liked to talk. I did evil and sold evil things, I willingly bowed before Satan. This went on for years and I was really lost, I felt hopeless, I was dropped out of school so in my free time I would read about all the religions on the planet, trying to find truth. I used to call out to God at night time, and ask him to show me the true one. I think eventually I kept reading about all the evidence for Christianity, but I hated the thought of being accountable, so I rejected it for at least a year before I became a Christian. I had a near death experience where I was on drugs and had weapons / drugs on me and I was pulling mase on the police, I was so smart I had no record, that was the first time I did something reckless like that, I was usually planned out before hand, but this time I was reckless, and I almost got beat to death by the police. I had an experience sort of like Pauls in the Bible, I seen Gods angels, and I seen a cross in the sky, and I heard demons laughing at me. Miraculously, I was let off with no charges (most likely because of police brutality), and I went home late that night. I walked into my house, and seen my Bible I was given as a kid, and decided to open it. I read it for at least 4 hours, and I felt Gods presence so strongly, I gave my life to Christ, and went to church the next weekend. I seen the devil standing in the shade (I had seen so many demons before this, I was heavily involved in the occult and trying to sell my soul to Satan before), and he offered me riches, and the thought of hell for eternity scared me, so I turned the corner, and the church was right there. I went to church and have been saved ever since.
