Prisoner of Faith

Forty-five years ago, my life was derailed from its path, or maybe it was the path God had chosen for me all along. My life was filled with neglect, loneliness, and lots of violence. I ran away from home at the age of twelve and never went back.  In 2017, after four suicide attempts, I found a church in the obituaries of a Denver newspaper. I decided to write the church looking for help and met my now-brother in Christ, Jan. Some may say this is a miracle, and I think so, but it's also abou