that journey soon becomes a breath of fresh spiritual air. A fter I was born again in 1975 I still had some outstanding court cases to attend. Yes, I was a very bad person. But when I went to my very last court appearance, a handful of my former friends were there to greet me. Afterwards I was invited to one of their apartments. I sat there as they drank and smoked pot. I looked completely different. No longer my huge afro hair; no longer my studded dog collar; no longer my roach clip necklace; no longer my platform boots. They were somewhat curious about my appearance, and most of them believed it was a ruse to gain favor in the court. It was not. I looked around the room and I told them that if I had brought a handful of pills or some white powder with me, and if I told them it was good stuff, they would take it based solely upon my word. But now, I said, I am telling you that Jesus is real and that He alone can change your life and set you free, but you will not believe me. I asked them what could I say to make you see who Jesus is? They looked at me with eyes wide open. None of them believed that day but soon after one of them became a believer. Four years later he was killed in a motorcycle accident but he died serving Christ. A