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.