The Book
Wrong Kind of Sinner
The raw, unflinching story of a man who spent three decades chasing pleasure and found nothing but chains — and the God who met him in a prison cell.
The Book
The raw, unflinching story of a man who spent three decades chasing pleasure and found nothing but chains — and the God who met him in a prison cell.
The First Time Someone Told Him He Was Good
"I had never heard words like that before. Not from my father. Not from anyone."
"And here was an adult telling me I was good. Telling me he was proud. Telling me what we were doing was something special, something just between us."
— Chapter Two
From the Book
"A sexual addict who had destroyed marriages, abandoned children, and landed in prison with a felony and a registry. I was the wrong kind of sinner."
I grew up in the late seventies and early eighties, and growing up meant feast or famine. Not metaphorically. Literally. My father hurt his back and was unable to work for a long stretch. My mother was a waitress at Sambo's. She worked hard, but a waitress's paycheck doesn't go far with a house full of kids. So we learned to survive on what we could afford, and what we could afford was whatever came in dented cans with missing labels, sold at a discount because nobody else wanted them.
Dinner became a game. You'd pick a can from the pantry, open it, and that was your side dish. You never knew what you were going to get. Cherry pie filling. Dog food. Cranberry sauce. Canned peaches. Ravioli. It was a gamble every night. I don't remember ever asking, "Do I have to eat this?" I only remember asking, "Is there more?"
I was becoming the bad kid they all said I was.
I spent a lot of time in in-school suspension. The school knew I wanted to be suspended — they knew I wanted the time off — so they kept me in the building instead. But they never asked why a smart kid kept getting in trouble. They just managed me.
I was smart. I was crafty. I learned in those days how to read people. I learned quickly how to manipulate situations and blend into the scenery — a camouflage hunter, watching, seeking what I wanted while appearing to belong. That's how I survived.
And that's how I became good with women in the short term.
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What You'll Find Inside
Growing up poor, bullied, and bruised — hungry for someone to tell him he was good, and finding a predator who did.
The night he saw the cross for the first time and knew he was called to preach. The fire that burned. The fire he buried for thirty-four years.
Marriage, children, church service, Bible college — and the secret life of chat lines, pornography, and affairs that was eating it all from the inside.
The raid. The felony. Sixty-four days in county jail. Everything he owned on the street. The moment his life stopped.
Twenty-three hours a day in a cell with one Book. Seven readings of the Bible. And the voice of God that finally got through when everything else was stripped away.
Not a formula. Not a program. A rescue. And the discovery that there's more grace in the blood of Jesus than sin in anyone.
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