I remember going to bed, and praying, “God, you've got to give me this promise. You've got to show me something.”, because I wanted to divorce him. I wanted out. I was afraid.
My brothers and I were separated. When we came back together in our parents home it wasn’t any better. There was still a lot of abuse going on, so I moved back out the spring semester my senior year.
“You’re going to end up like your father, a bum on the street, a loser, an alcoholic.” As a kid, growing up hearing those things hurt me. I thought, “Man, after everything I do for you, this is how you love me.”
“Sir, because Jesus Christ has healed all the pain that was associated with my experience here in Vietnam. I can say to you, “I love you and God loves you.” When I said that the interpreter began to bawl.
She sat me down on her couch and asked me if I knew how much Jesus loved me. My first thought was, “Why are you talking this Jesus stuff in the middle of all this drama? Let it rest.” Somehow at that moment I really was wanti...