I had an American dream like everyone else. Mine was to make a better life for me and my family. I was desperate because we struggled so much growing up. My dad tried his best to support us financially, but it was hard. Some nights we couldn’t even fall asleep because we were so hungry. My mom was the only Christian in our family. I used to see her praying to God—and it bothered me. I kept asking her, “why would you believe in something that doesn’t exist?” I just decided it ...was easier not to believe in God.
It’s ironic, because I ended up getting a scholarship to a seminary school in Manhattan. In order to write my papers, I had to read the gospels. I’ve read many books… but these words were not ordinary words –they came to life. I couldn’t resist the love of Jesus. I went to my knees and said, “If you are my savior, forgive me of my sins and come into my heart.”
Some people get saved and then go to seminary… I went to seminary and got saved.