Kindle Notes & Highlights
Misfit kids of all shapes and sizes wearing JNCO jeans, knit caps, and Fila sneakers ascended on the house like locusts while Ma Dukes was at work.
Tupac, Biggie, and Cypress Hill were the soundtrack to our lives.
Childhood trauma, fighting, and whatever caused the pain to surface like a nuclear submarine, the weed calmed the storm.
This relaxed feeling was from the evil one. His presence was clearly in our homemade mixture. Seduction was in full swing. Anything this tempting and powerful can’t be of God.
I quickly found that alcohol and childhood trauma were like napalm and a lit match.
substance abuse does not discriminate, all people are subject to its enchanting and destructive power. The second was that controlled substances were here to stay in America. We are raised with an entitlement to have a good time.
The class clown is, most of the time, not so happy. The funniest, most cheerful people are in the most pain.
I couldn’t enjoy what I loved. Any passion or interest I once had by this time was dead.
When your spiritual foundation is built on trash, you will reap rubbish in all you do.
A fast forward to the grim realities of this progressive spiritual disease. The changing forms were obvious; similar stories where it starts out as pure fun and ends with the needles, failed livers, criminal records, and far worse.
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God knew my heart before I even prayed. He saw my love and desperation before I spoke it. He is always around you. Always.
Knowing God is real will do things to your reality that shatter any perception of life as you know it.
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God was a real, personal, and a tangible source of love in my life.
found Ephesians 6:10. A scripture explaining the battle in the heavenly realms, the struggle between good and evil, God and Satan.
The game, the spiritual world, and the first-hand encounters with evil that I had experienced were all starting to mean something different. The things we see are temporary. The spiritual, the unreal to the human mind, is what lasts forever.
I know a Gangster Jesus, one of love and compassion, one who goes to the dark places to save those He loves. The Jesus who found me in the trap house, under the streetlamp, and in the burning confines of a taxi. He came to me shackled in the motel rooms, with the prostitute and the homeless; that’s the God I know, the
Rescuer and Comforter of the broken-hearted.
The material things around us that we see as real are just temporary holograms on a passageway to the heavens. Life is nothing but a test to see who acknowledges God, and who allows pride to blind them to the Creator.
I pictured Jesus turning over the tables of the money changers. I wasn’t out for blood, but a point was going to be made.
The kind of man who would corner an eight-year-old
year-old girl in a bathroom stall and go right into her Strawberry Shortcake panties. A legend of a boogeyman that you only hear about on the six o’clock news. These are the monsters that walk among us in the shadows of every city and every sleepy village across this land. The devil is as real as God and at times, he creeps from hell to snatch the innocence of our young.
No one ever thinks that the innocent fun we have in our youth can turn into the dirty needle dances we do in trap houses while in the clutches of the demon beast.
People may say this piece glorifies drugs, and I will agree that in spots it does. If doing drugs and drinking started off in horror, no one would do it. This book is the story of Satan and all his evil schemes, how we need to tell our young that he exists and what he looks like. Pretending the devil does not exist is the main thing we do that the devil loves the most.
