I didn't know God and didn't want to as a teen. I grew up in the church. My dad is a pastor of two churches so after my parents separated we went every other Sunday. I hated it. Just made me sleepy. My dad used to tell us "If I ever leave here, y'all make sure y'all go to church"... In the back of my mind I'm like "Da, if you ever die the upside will be that I don't have to go there anymore"... I hated God. As I got older(around 18 or so) I didn't have to go to my pops.(you know the court visitation thing) I was now free to roam the world staying with my mom.
Hanging out, smoking weed, sex, and crazy music was my thing. My dad bought me a dog for my birthday one year and when I was with my mom(or on my own) I went and took him from his house without his permission. I knew he wasn't gonna let me get him. He found out and took me to court and there was tension between us from there.
One day me and my brother was fighting and my mom called my pops to talk to me and I cursed him out. I was a renegade. At that time I was staying with my girlfriend in an old trailer in her parents backyard. We had lights from and old meter we found so I thought I was living it up.
One day I yelled to my boys "Man, I ain't gon never stop smokin' weed"... I said this with so much passion. I realize I found what I wanted to do. Smoke with my girl and chill. I think I was 18. Maybe 19... **Keep in mind that in those days every time I'd have a thought about God I'd quickly throw it to that back of my mind and try to forget.(what sinners do today)
About two weeks later I'm getting ready to roll some weed up. My girlfriend went to sleep so I decide to smoke with the boys. Something I didn't normally do. They were in the living room wide awoke so I went to roll up and came out of the room and they were all sleep. Couldn't have been more than ten minutes I was I the room. They were wide awake. Now all of them were sleep. About 5 or 6 guys.
So I'm like oh well guess I'll smoke alone. Started smoking and lifting a barbell. Okay now, I'm sitting on a little speaker box, lifting this barbell and this thing starts to turn in ways I'm not causing. I turning it one way and it's going another. Imagine you had a barbell and your arm was straight by your side and you were just moving your wrist like your opening a jar or something. 15lb barbell... It's moving like it's wobbling. I can't explain it but it had a mind of its own. Anyway I drop it on the floor freaked out and got on the floor beside my girl and woke her up asking her if she wanted to "hit the blunt". She started smoking with me and I'm just as paranoid about what just happened.
Trying to get over that feeling I said to myself "I need to turn on some music"... Turned to my favorite song and things got the more weirder. Some lyrics came across and my girl said the song was scaring her. I hurried up and turned it off. Then it was like something kept saying "you're gon die"... Not audibly but in my spirit. All before I never thought about death. I thought I was invincible..... Well I said "I'm just tripping off of this weed. I'll be alright in the morn." Thought I was gonna sleep it off. Nope. Woke up scared. I didn't know what to do but I called my dad and apologize for the way I acted towards him. My mom had asked me twice before to come with her to a church she was attending and I told her I might "knowing" in the back of my mind I wasn't. I didn't want to hurt her feelings.
So the night after the "experience" she asked me for the third time. I said "Yeah, I'll go" trying to sound all nonchalant.
You see something had told me that I had to get right with God. 2 or three weeks later I have my life to the Lord and was baptized. Jan. of 2006
I stayed in church for about 3 weeks at the most and I was back in the world with a new conviction though. I was "out there" until the Holy Ghost came and baptized me the year before last. This is another mind blowing testimony if you care to hear about. Anyone? *Miracle coming up...
P.S. It wasn't the weed that had me like that. For the naysayers. I've tripped off weed a few times and this was totally different. Divine. As a matter of fact I was scared to smoke after a couple instances but it never drew me towards God.
To be continued....
