A few months after my mom had me, my dad left. A few years later she met my stepdad, who was into idol worshiping and witchcraft. By 9-years-old I was initiated into this religion where I was sacrificing animals. There was no moral code in it and I fell into a lot of things like drug dealing, fights and heavy partying. Sometime later, my mom became a Christian. Everyone in our family cut her off. I told her she was bugged out, and I resented her for it but she kept praying for me. I thank God for her prayers. I never thought an ex-drug dealing, idol worshiper could fall in love with a God named Jesus, but I did. I now know that I have a purpose. And for the first time since like the 8th grade, I’m excited to see what God has in store for my life.
Someone shot my older sister while we were both working as prostitutes in the Cass Corridor of Detroit. A year later, she died of a heroin overdose. She was 25 years old. I thought I was going to follow in her footsteps. So shortly after, I took a razor to myself and tried to commit suicide—it didn’t work. I woke up in a hospital bed with big, wide stiches. I didn’t know anything about God, but I remember lying there in bed thinking, “God, if you’re real, and merciful like everyone says you are...why didn’t you just let me die?”
A little later I met this born again Christian who invited me to church. The preacher was a former gang member of one of the biggest gangs in Detroit. I was reluctant to this whole “god thing,” but I couldn’t shake his words. He spoke right to my heart, as if he knew everything about me. I went to the altar and he laid his hands on me. He prayed that Jesus would heal me, give me a new heart and make me a new person. I went home and sat on the edge of my bed because I didn’t feel like kneeling. But with tears in my eyes I said, “God, if you want me…if you can use me at all, here I am.”
Sue Christie is now a Pastor in Detroit, Mi.
I always thought that I had to fight because I had nobody to fight for me. My mom died when I was 15, and my dad was never really in my life. So, I thought that it was me against the world. But after my mom died, my godparents took me in. They’re pastors. They told me that I didn’t have to fight anymore because God Himself died on a cross for me. And they taught me that the only way I should fight was through prayer. I was really confused in life, but I heard God saying— "I will set you free, you just have to say yes to Me."
Once I said yes to God He opened up so many doors. He lead me down the right path and removed my confusion. It was unbelievable. I didn’t have to do anything. So if you feel alone, remember, God is fighting for you.
At age 18, I was a full blown crystal meth addict. At 21, I was on the needle. By the time I was 23, I was manufacturing methamphetamine. I remember sitting in my car in a parking lot thinking "Leslie, is this going to change?" I would beg God not to send me to hell. But I couldn't stop using or sleeping around so I thought —this Jesus isn't going to work out for me. Well, this Jesus put a stop to everything when I landed in jail but it saved my life. I realized Christ's desire to save me was much greater than I could ever imagine. I surrendered everything to Him. I'm so grateful. I spent my 26th birthday locked up but I spent my 27th birthday at Summit International School of Ministry.
As a preacher’s kid, I knew Jesus was the remedy but I didn’t want to go to Him. I was depressed, lonely and empty inside but I still didn’t want to turn to God. By the time I turned 20 I was fed up. I couldn’t find happiness anywhere. I broke down, called my mom and all she said was, “it’s time to come home.” I went home but it took me two years to finally surrender to God – but I did. It was the best decision I ever made. God poured His love on my life and changed absolutely everything.