prison

from sin - to sentence - to salvation

I guess I should start from as far back as I can remember. What I remember is hate.

I never knew my real father. My mother left him when I was five or six, I think. I am told he loved the ocean, drinking, and spare women - not necessarily in that order. As far back as I can remember, my stepfather, Jack, was with us. He used to beat up my mother on a regular basis. I always vowed that I would get revenge for this and for what he did to my sisters.

My life was filled with Drugs, Crime & Tragedies - Jesus has Changed my life

I’m Alberto, my life was filled with Drugs, Crime & Tragedies “Jesus has Changed my life”

I was born in a poor area of Mexico City to a family with an abusive father, my parents divorced when I was 3yrs old, I'm the only boy between 4 sisters. 

My mother took my sisters & I to live with her sister who was married and had same amount of kids on her own, we lived in a 2 room house a small kitchen the 2nd room was a small 5x5 meters where we all lived, 10kids & 3 adults, my bed was a small piece of carpet for 4yrs.

Unwanted

By: Bunny Klassen

I started my life unwanted, the product of a relationship my mother had between marriages. I took my first beating at 10 months old at the hands of the babysitter my mother had boarded me with. Shortly thereafter my half sister, (who was 2 years older than me), was kidnapped by her father from my grandmother's house while my mother was out shopping. My grandfather accepted money to help her father and held my grandmother at gun-point so he could take her.  

Let God fight all your battles

By: Lawrence Mendoza

I want people to know that there is a battle raging for the souls of men, women and children.  I want people to know that you can’t win the battle for your soul yourself.  You need God’s help.  Otherwise you’ll end up losing the battle like I almost did.

Little did I know God had heard my prayer

Testimony of an Inmate Written January 18, 1993
I greet you in the Name of the Lord Jesus. I thank God always for the wonderful family that I have been born into, for the brothers and sisters of Christ who care for us who are in prison.

I wanted to write to let you know a few things about me, and to let you know my walk with the Lord Jesus is in all sincerity. I love the Lord with all my "whole" heart, soul and body. He has done many miracles in my life in the last five years, and I would like to share a few of them with you.

A Captive Set Free

At the age of 16,I was arrested for public drunkenness. I began drinking to be sociable with the men I worked with and to feel good, never dreaming I would become a drunk. Not long after the drinking began, I started smoking pot and taking pills to feel even better. In a very short time I was a drug addict. Since my wages were only $1.00 an hour, I started dealing drugs and buying and selling stolen property to feed the habit. Every addict in town knew how to find me, to buy drugs and sell stolen property.

A Disciple In Prison

Dear Friends,
Jesus said ; "Believe in me." I believe!
I am an inmate in the North Carolina Prison System. I have been down since September 8th, 1971.
On December the 6th, 1971 I got on bended knees one night, looking up into the heavens, I asked Jesus to take me as one of His own and forgive me of my terrible sins. He did! He cleaned my heart and made me a new creature.

I begin to serve Him here in prison.
Two and one half years later I begin to write about my experiences of serving Jesus while in prison. In 1975 my book, "Disciple in Prison" was published.

Face to face with death many times

I was born in Tahlequah Oklahoma on June 6, 1962.
My parents were poor, hard working people. Dad, at the age of 15 ran away from home and met my mother. Dad was in his twenties and mom was twelve when they were married. By the time mom was 18, she had 5 children; three boys and two girls.

Dad was a carpenter He also played country music and fought game cocks both of which involved a lot of drinking and time away from home. As a result, I had my first taste of beer by the time I was seven.

Running the Streets

Testimony of . . . by this time, the sin in my life had driven me insane and demons of darkness controlled me. Voices would invade my sleep telling me that hell was my future. If I could just escape I would leave the country or at least shoot it out and die trying.

The Life Story of Skip Lewis

Sentenced to 500 years

I was born in Grant, Oklahoma on March 15, 1940.

My parents were poor, honest, hard-working people. They raised nine sons and one daughter and were married fifty-eight years. My family moved to Oklahoma City in 1947 to an area called Mulligan Flats a couple of miles North of the stockyards. My father worked for Wilson packing company for twenty-two years.


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