Third Day Ministries

I was born the first time in August of 1962. Although my family lived in Mahtomedi, I was delivered the first time in the Midway hospital of Saint Paul. At eighteen months old I was diagnosed with Spinal Meningitis. Treatment in those days was gruesome and one out of three treated died. Although I survived, the disease left its marks on me. I was angry and a hyperactive child who did not trust or need any one. An example of this was as a toddler I crawled into a Rose bush and struggled and got mad until I was so wrapped up in thorns that I could not move. Not only did I have to get cut out but I did not cry, I was a little tough guy.

As I grew up a problem child I had many experiences that left me feeling unloved and deeply hurt. My parents got divorced at an early age and I thought they did not want me. I ounce had a caregiver who would lock us outside in the early morning leaving us cold and to fend for ourselves. My Grandparents on my father’s side only wanted to take my older brother and not me, I was into everything!

Around the time I entered kinder garden my mom remarried and we moved into a house in Minneapolis. I was still angry and immature so I had to go to kinder garden twice. This was a constant embarrassment and caused me much shame; to top it off I sucked my thumb.

By third grade I had some massive sexual addictions. I had discovered sex by watching my next-door neighbors engage in everything conceivable. It turns out as I lay in my bed at night with the lights out I could see most of the duplex next to ours as if I were in the room with them. This led to me abusing myself frequently and I was always on the look out for girlie magazines. I had built up a large collection by digging though the trashcans in our alleys and I would sneak away and spend hours looking at them. It was around this time that an older boy asked me to prostitute myself to him. At first I said no but the older boy was persistent and made it sound like no big deal. So I thought why not? Anyhow this went on for a while but he kept asking me to do more and more degrading things. And while I really liked having my own money there were some things I would not do. At this point I broke off all sexual relations with him and vowed to never speak of this with anyone ever again. The damage however was already done; I was confused and angry and still had my own sexual abuses going on. In addition to this I did not know if this made me Gay and I was totally stressed out about that. After having some close calls with me almost abusing some other children I came to realize I was not safe to be alone with young girls. I was able to recognize this as being a problem and steered clear of these situations. I felt as if I could lose control and hurt some one even as I was hurt. What a weight I had on my young shoulders, I became solitary and a loner and my favorite saying was “I just don’t care”!

As I grew up I became addicted to many things such as gambling and smoking and drugs. I had many girl friends yet I could not seem to get to close with anyone. I had many friends but not even one really knew all the things going on in my life. As I said I was a loner who had a healthy respect for the potential harm I could do if some of my lusts were realized. Also I knew how to hide my addictions so that unless I wanted you to know, you would have no clue. I paid a huge price with this because on the outside all seemed normal but inside I was beyond being a mess. I once got a drug counselor to say I only used causally and I did not have a problem. I smoked pot at work and at play and I even went so far as to sell it for a few years. What made me quit selling was not that I stopped using but that I had bought a three fifty seven silver plated revolver and I was sure someday I would have to use it. You see where the drugs and money is there is always the possibility that you could get robed or killed. What I decided to do was quit selling and start working more jobs. This worked out all right because now if I needed more money I would just work more hours. The down side was that the more I smoked and isolated the more hours I needed to work and the less hope I had. I fed my sexual addictions with porn and frequent relationships that never lasted. I fed my need to escape reality with drugs and often described getting high as taking a vacation with out leaving the farm. I was always playing poker trying to supplement my income and as a consequence ended up broke and behind on my bills all to often. Life as I knew it was hard and I was afraid of who I was.

I gave my life to Christ that night not even knowing what that meant. All I knew for sure was that I had seen first hand the power of God and I was convinced that he was what I needed in my life. It was the most intense Love my mind could even fathom and I finally had an answer to what I was here for. The process of deliverance and sanctification is still ongoing, but now I have Hope and a future. I have peace and a relationship with the most high God. My faith has increased daily sense that day and my life is now focused on serving Jesus Christ and my fellow brethren rather than myself. I am not perfect by any means, yet I see how truly good life is while following Jesus Christ and only doing that which I see my father in heaven doing.

It is my deepest Blessing to be placed by God in” His Present Glory”, to be fitly framed and plugged into Gods people who love and honor one another as the Bible commands and Worship the Lord in Spirit and Truth. I thank you God!