I had a rough life growing up. I started doing time at 15. By 19, I was involved in four high-speed police chases. I’m 38 now, and have done around 15 years in jails all over Canada.
I’m very artistic, and music has always been a very big part of my life since I was a child. I can identify God’s beginning of our adventure in 2009. I was just released from doing 20 months. During that time, I was homeless. It was necessary for me to get where I was going. I didn’t realize it at the time — I thought I was being called to music — but God was using my love of music to speak to me and lead me. My adventure in finding God was pretty much just as it says in the Bible — surprising me like a thief in the night.
When my current sentence started, I realized that tomorrow is too late, and unless I act, I’m going to lose it all. I know that I’ve learned more in this sentence than I have over the last ten years. If I didn’t end up back in jail, I probably would have lost the little I had. I hate admitting to that — I hate jail — but compared to the prison of sin I’ve been locked in all my life, and the suffering and loneliness, I know these two years are nothing compared to what’s to come.
I’ve always believed in God. I’ve always prayed. I event went to Sunday school as a kid. But today, I am a born again Christian.
I’m using this time to become stronger and wiser in my faith, before I take on God’s work.
I plan to get involved in the community when I’m released, and I’m prepared to help lead people to Christ in any way God wants me to. I’d like to use my past to help troubled kids, so they don’t get caught up in a life of jail. But I’m prepared to do whatever it is God wants me to do, and wherever he leads me.
The only thing that I pray is that my days of coming to jail are done, and that He further blesses me with wisdom, understanding, and the ability to hear His will and not miss His leading.