When I was a Yoga teacher I heard many people say that both Jesus and Buddha were avatars, which a Hindu word meaning, “Incarnation of God.” I believed it also.
When I was about thirteen or fourteen I wanted some answers for my life. So, I started tossing the I Ching.
That voice that I have heard my whole life, that calling, that feeling of someone being next to me my whole life had a name.
"I was on a road before I got saved that would have led me probably to my death."
I had a little New Testament that I used to bury in the ground. That was the only thing I had to read and I didn’t want them to take it from me.
One day he comes home and says, “After a careful examination of the Old Testament I am a follower of Jesus.” Talk about something blowing your mind.
She said, “You can’t speak about Jesus at the funeral.” “I said, “Mom, it's not your place to tell me that. This is dad's funeral. I was asked by my brothers. You divorced him. You don't have this right.
My Dad said; “But son, were you water baptized?” I said; “Yes I was Dad.” And he said; “Jeff, you’re not my son anymore. What you have done to your people, you are worse than Adolf Hitler.” He said; “You are no longer welcome...
I was realizing that more of my identity was wrapped up in the NFL and in quarterbacking than in who God says I am, my worst moment of life converted to my very best moment of life in a matter of fifteen seconds.
"Did I believe really that the stories in the bible were true? Not really sure."