The Prodigal
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Drugs. Depression. Debauchery. Reckless living. A prodigal son to a T. That was my life before Jesus Christ. I was born into a Christian family; my father an immigrant from El Salvador and my mother a Midwest woman. They met in the Army, fell in love and married quickly. I have two younger twin brothers, and we grew up in a household abundant in love and compassion, but we didn’t have two pennies to rub together. We were so poor, at one point, my family bought grapes and beans that had fallen on the floor because it’s all that we could afford. I can’t remember a time in my life when I wasn't in church. My family was always involved with whatever was happening in our church community. Yet somehow even with the consistency, I chose rebellion and the ways of the world....
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