Issue 1| 2023
Your Life Has Purpose
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my father’s stepson; perhaps<br />
that’s why he targeted him so<br />
fiercely. Whatever the reason,<br />
it made me uncomfortable because<br />
Dad treated me like the<br />
golden child.<br />
Dad’s addiction led him in<br />
and out of jail and eventually<br />
to prison. It also caused us to<br />
move a lot. By the time I was 15,<br />
we had moved ten times.<br />
My mother was loving, but<br />
she had her own struggles,<br />
primarily due to her battle with<br />
diabetes. I don’t remember a<br />
time when she wasn’t in intense<br />
pain or homebound. She<br />
ultimately became blind and<br />
addicted to prescription pain<br />
pills. Her addiction and physical<br />
misery made it difficult for<br />
her to be emotionally present<br />
for my brother and me, but she<br />
did the best she could.<br />
Extended family provided<br />
much-needed support. My<br />
grandmother, aunt, and uncle<br />
loved our family well. We often<br />
attended church together.<br />
I heard many stories about<br />
Jesus when I was a kid. Early<br />
on, I believed that God had<br />
sent His Son to die for me. I<br />
even prayed to receive His gift<br />
of eternal salvation. But as often<br />
happens, my Christian faith<br />
stopped at my head and never<br />
settled in my heart.<br />
I had no relationship with<br />
God outside of the church, nor<br />
was I interested in developing<br />
one. To me, God was to blame<br />
for the chaos in my home, especially<br />
Mom’s sickness. She<br />
passed when I was 15, and that<br />
was just proof that God didn’t<br />
care about us.<br />
Dad was in prison then, and<br />
my brother had moved from<br />
West Virginia to Ohio. I felt so<br />
alone, lost, and overwhelmed<br />
by the uncertainty of my future.<br />
Where was God, and why was<br />
He allowing me to endure such<br />
hardships?<br />
Anger pumped through my<br />
veins as I recounted how He<br />
had cheated me.<br />
My Aunt Kathy and Uncle<br />
Herb, a kind Christian couple,<br />
welcomed me into their home.<br />
They loved, accepted, and supported<br />
me daily, and they modeled<br />
God’s sacrificial love and<br />
faithfulness. Through them,<br />
I learned the benefits of hard<br />
work and integrity and experienced<br />
a stable home life for<br />
the first time.<br />
But the anger, resentment,<br />
and self-pity inside kept me<br />
from accepting their love or<br />
God’s gift of a new life. I spent<br />
the best years of my life at my<br />
aunt and uncle’s home, yet I<br />
wasn’t satisfied. By focusing<br />
only on the things I didn’t have,<br />
I forfeited the very things I had<br />
longed for in a family.<br />
During my two years in<br />
their home, I partied, smoked,<br />
cussed, and messed around<br />
with girls. I occasionally dabbled<br />
in weed. Tired of their<br />
watchful eye, I devised a plan<br />
for my brother to obtain legal<br />
guardianship of me. Because I<br />
was 17, I could make that foolish<br />
choice without my aunt and<br />
uncle’s permission. They knew<br />
it would not end well for me as<br />
my brother was involved with<br />
drugs too.<br />
The court granted my request,<br />
and I moved to Ohio.<br />
My brother enrolled me in<br />
high school, but after only six<br />
months, I dropped out and dove<br />
headfirst into a life of destruction.<br />
I traded weed for methamphetamines,<br />
and for the next 13<br />
years, I served a harsh master.<br />
I did whatever I had to do to<br />
satisfy my addiction, including<br />
manufacturing and selling the<br />
drug myself. My choices caught<br />
up with me when I was 30, and<br />
My Christian faith<br />
stopped at my head and never<br />
settled in my heart.<br />
I was arrested. It was the first<br />
time I’d ever been in serious<br />
trouble, and there I was, facing<br />
prison time.<br />
While in solitary confinement<br />
in jail, I came across a<br />
Bible. I opened it a few times,<br />
but my heart of stone couldn’t<br />
receive anything it had to offer.<br />
I still blamed God for my miserable<br />
life.<br />
The day before my sentencing<br />
hearing, my lawyer visited<br />
and told me he was getting<br />
me a great deal. His promises<br />
brought me a sense of hope.<br />
That night I decided I’d better<br />
make one more deal. “God,” I<br />
said, “if You’ll come through for<br />
me tomorrow, I’ll follow You. Do<br />
this for me, and I’ll trust You. I’ll<br />
even read the Bible.”<br />
But God wasn’t playing my<br />
Let’s Make a Deal game.<br />
The lawyer didn’t show<br />
up for court. Instead, some<br />
wet-behind-the-ears, state-<br />
appointed attorney represented<br />
me. This new guy knew<br />
nothing about my case, and<br />
the judge sentenced me to a<br />
mandatory three years in prison<br />
with no possibility of early<br />
release. I sat in disbelief as life<br />
as I knew it came to an end.<br />
The officer took me back<br />
to solitary confinement. The<br />
clanging of the chains connected<br />
to my hands and feet was the<br />
only sound in the corridor. As<br />
I shuffled, I searched for some<br />
emotion but felt numb.<br />
Back in my cell, I punched<br />
the wall to feel something. Anything.<br />
Nothing. I turned on the<br />
small 5-station radio in my cell.<br />
I couldn’t stand the silence.<br />
“Drunk on a Plane” by Dierks<br />
Bentley echoed through the<br />
cell. I quickly changed the station.<br />
I wasn’t in the mood. Suddenly,<br />
“How He Loves” by David<br />
Crowder Band rang through the<br />
emptiness. It’s a song about<br />
the unconditional love of God,<br />
and the words brought me to<br />
my knees.<br />
It was a surreal moment.<br />
Years of anger and resentment<br />
toward God drained from my<br />
heart in tears. I was so tired of<br />
fighting for my rightful place<br />
A rebellious spirit led to Ronnie’s<br />
arrest. Pictured above is his<br />
mug shot from 2014.<br />
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