So how did I get to the point where I felt I needed Jesus in my life? I was the second illegitimate child born to my birth mother. To this day I still have no idea who my real father is. My half sister is five years older then me, and I was told for many years that she was my cousin and not my sister.
I was adopted within the family and given to Fred and Edna. (Edna was my birth mother’s sister.) Fred and Edna had lost their newborn son son. He was born just a few months before I was. Although Edna suffered from severe mental problems, this did not stop my adoption from going through.
My childhood years were filled with physical, emotional and spiritual abuse. I have memories from being shut in a cold cellar with the animals as punishment. I had my arm pushed through a glass door. I was sick often because of my poor diet. I remember being forced to sleep in my mother’s bed to “keep her warm” and being used as a “sex toy” by an older cousin when I just twelve.
My caretakers had a weird obsessive hatred of water. Because of this, I was often “dirty” and sent home from school for it. I was also kept home from school in my formative years many times just to to keep my lonely mother company.
During my adoptive mother’s mental breakdowns, I would stay at my grandmother’s. I got to enjoy healthy meals and have baths. It was such a paradise compared to where I lived.
To my amazement, I passed my grammar school entrance exams. I was the intelligent rebel and was top of the class in English. I lost my virginity at 14 and got married in my last year at school at the age of 17 to a girl whom I had gotten pregnant. We were divorced when I was 21 and my son, who is now 38, I have not seen in years.
As a young man I was a professional sinner. I really enjoyed the company of and pleasures of women and everything else the world had to offer. For many years my life was a soap opera of relationships, I dabbled in politics, took a few educational courses, picked up some short-term jobs and had many periods of unemployment. I even struggled with being homeless for a while. I was often on the fringes of poverty primarily due to my lifestyle.
At the ripe old age of 32 this illegitimate child, who lived for years with much mental and physical abuse, had history of loving wine and women, dabbled in the occult and living the life of a rebel finally came to the end of myself—I decided to gave my life to Christ.
Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined the years to come. My parents (whom I left home hating) and my estranged wife and son came to know Christ as their own Savior after seeing the changes that God worked in my life. I am a new man and I owe all of it to Christ saving me.
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