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Born and Raised in Harlem NY . It was there that I acquired my hatred for mankind, and my love for theatre. Such a dichotomy is mind boggling. At 15/16 years old I hated people to the point of wanting to inflict harm on them YET…my friend’s dad was in the painter’s union and he’d hand us free tickets to all of the Broadway shows that he painted the sets for: So I came to love theatre that usually only the rich and affluent could go see. Strange? As my heart grew colder, God began to send people in my life to witness to me. I consistently turned them away. I was on a cold hard path to Hell and my hate for people was only being fueled more as I’d go to these Broadway shows and see the affluent of society. They’d dress in gowns and tuxedoes while my friends and I came in ripped jeans and shirts. I could literally see the look of disgust in their eyes. I blamed the rich for my poverty. At the age of twenty I was offered a good paying (legitimate) job. Why? Because my friend and I caught a thief ripping his business off, the manager was so impressed he offered us a job. It was there God sent his final messenger to break through. I worked next to this guy who was an assemblies of God Pastor! He’d talk with me every day about Jesus Christ. One day he invited me to a revival meeting uptown. I said Dan, I have to go to the gym I have no time for this. It starts at 7 and I get out at 6:30! (man, I was looking just to get this guy off my back) He told me “come as you are”. I relented. And I did what he said. I purposely decided not to shower and I stunk! When I walked into the church sweatin’ like a pig, these men wrapped their arms around me, kissed me and said “welcome Brother”. Not having a father and never having a male figure who showed me this kind of love almost moved me to tears. BUT I regained my composure. I went and found my seat next to Dan. By the time the speaker was done, I was up at the altar crying out to God to save me…and The Holy Spirit filled me. Then the process began… Jesus Christ began to heal my emotional wounds. You see, we are all wounded people. We do not like to change. For as long as the pain of change is greater than the pain of remaining the same, we will choose to remain the same. I like to write drama scripts that impact change then say "hey, let me introduce you to my wonderful friend and counselor Jesus Christ". I know in my own life, it was Jesus who reached into my wounded spirit, pulled out my hard, crass, hatred-filled heart and put in a heart of flesh. It sounds cliché' but when we truly realize what He has done for us, you can not help but want to serve Him. Those who do not serve Him, do not truly know Him
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