Sin was a part of my life at a very early age. Lying, stealing… the sort of stuff that just gets passed along as “regular” kid things in the world. I didn’t know it was a sin and to be honest with you I didn’t care. I had to get my candy one way or another! Sin is so deceitful. Unless you know about God you don’t even know what sin is.
Apparently, according to my fellow sixth graders, I was a nerd. Believe that? A nerd! How was I suppose to know that being good at school, collecting baseball cards, and wearing “medical” glasses would classify you as a nerd?! Have you ever been to the optometrist with no cash, only your medical card? They dust off a cover and present you with the wide selection of two different pairs of glasses to choose from, one size fits all!
That’s when I began my journey of trying to find happiness and “fitting in” with the world. I became the class clown as a way of being accepted. The more I would try to be accepted by the world, the more I would have to do things that were against God. Sometimes the things I would do at a young age didn’t feel right. To be honest with you I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was be happy and be accepted. My only form of religion was when my mom forced me to go to a catholic church and do my first communion. It was either study for my first communion test or get a whooping. Sometimes I chose the whooping…
I discovered girls at a pretty early age. In school girls are the barometer of seeing how accepted you are. If the pretty girls like you, you’re in. If they reject you then you move down the social ladder until you find those that do. Sadly to say I would aim for the “top” and find that my social standard was way below average. Can I honestly tell you that during my high school years I felt worthless, meaningless, ugly, and bitter to name a few. I felt as if the only way I could fit in was to joke around. Read More »
“And we began to pray, and after awhile we began to feel the power of God. And we just laid our hands on him, just normal y’know… God has to do it or it’s not done. And when we began to touch him… amen and next thing you know, he began to move… he began to move. And then next thing I know (we thought he was… y’know, unconscious) he got to sitting up (it was a slow process) and he said ‘brother I don’t know who y’all are but I felt God touch me.’ And so, an adventure was started… “
Bro. Abshire is an evangelist out of Calvary Apostolic Tabernacle in Evadale, Texas. He recently preached this message and testimony about “Adventures In God” at Victory Tabernacle in Burbank, California. Read More »
I consider my up bringing as average and middle class. My mother grew up in a Presbyterian church and my father in an Episcopal church. My brother and I were not really raised going to any church. We probably attended less than 15 actual church services or Sunday school classes growing up. During the few times I attended a church I was taught that Jesus who was born miraculously was the Son of God, that he died on a cross for my sins and rose from the dead three days later. And that if I believed in him I would go to heaven and if I didn’t that I would go to hell. At least that’s how I understood whatever I was taught. As I got older I decided I didn’t believe that. And also that I didn’t believe in religion because there were so many religions and they all claimed they were right and the others were wrong. Because of that, they all seemed the same to me. All of them seemed to be of man and not of God.
What I did believe was that God existed, that there was only one God, and he could do anything he wanted to. I believed He knew all, saw all, and heard all. I would pray to God sometimes, and I believed he heard me because he heard everything. So I went on with life and lived with this kind of belief about God and religion.
When I was about 11 my best friend and I started getting in a lot of trouble together. We started by ditching school and getting involved with people that were into drugs. I was greatly influenced at that time by teens that were just a few years older than me. They were into skateboarding, tagging, drinking smoking, using drugs, backyard keg parties, and other crimes and ungodly things. But at the impressionable age I was, I looked up to them. To make a long story short, from the time I was about 12 to 16 years old, I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, drank, and I got arrested a number of times for vandalism. My mentality at that time was very backwards. I didn’t care about education. I didn’t want to go to school, and I really didn’t care about my life or my future. Read More »
I would like to share my story with you hoping that somehow it will be a blessing to your life. As a child I went through several experiences that influenced my direction. Being born in Los Angeles, California, into a poor Hispanic family, I witnessed my father’s alcoholism, constant fighting with my mom, and serious threats and abuse, ended up in our family splitting up. I ended up going to drugs at an early age of 7 years old. I had so much anger and pain locked up inside and no way to get it out. My parents got divorced and it broke my heart. My mother just left. She left me when I was 12 years old and the very same day I felt my whole person just lock up inside me. I really needed her love and affirmation but she was just gone.
I went to gang banging and a life of crime so full of hurt… so full of anger… I needed love. That road got tougher and tougher by the minute. I got arrested at the age of 12 years old for vagrancy and gang activity, which took three whole months in Sylmar Juvenile hall. I thought I was never going to get out. I was back in 3 weeks. I became a constant prisoner in and out of jail until I was 18 years old.
Central Juvenile Hall, Los Padrinos Juvenile Hall, Camp Gonzales in Calabasas, Camp Smith in Lancaster, Camp Resnick, Camp Onasuka, Camp Jarvis, Camp so and so, Camp so and so… I did so much violence in the times that I was out, I did so much drugs, so much anger… so much pain… And my mom… was nowhere to be seen. I ended up running the streets living a miserable empty life full of problems and severe mistakes. I didn’t have much to look forward to in life and I wasn’t even a grown up yet. My brother and I took to a serious life of gang banging and illegal misconduct. The court system ended up refilling my case due to me getting into too many fights… I just felt numb… I WAS A CRIMINAL… I WAS A PRISONER. Read More »
