The Beginning and the Fall

I was born in Northwest New Mexico, in a town by the name of Farmington. Growing up, my family was of the Catholic faith. We did not attend Sunday Mass consistently; however, I had to attend Confraternity of Christian Doctrine, also known as CCD every Wednesday. As I got older, I began to have disagreements with the Churches views, and left. About one year later, I was introduced to Fellowship of Christian Athletes, or FCA for short. I absolutely loved it. I was reading my Bible more, I was praying more, and my outlook on life even as a teenager was great. I remember going to a retreat with FCA and that was the first time I truly encountered the Lord’s presence. It was such an amazing experience and fueled my fire for Him.

Being a teenager, I still had worldly desires, inspired by culture and my flesh, so I walked in sin. As a result, there was something that took place in my life that shook the very ground I walked on. It caused me to doubt and question everything I knew and believed, which ultimately led to me falling away from the faith. I fell into drugs, gangs, and alcohol. My life truly did a 180.

 

Wandering Through the Desert

After graduating high school, I gave up the drugs, gangs, and booze, to join the United States Marine Corps. The Marine Corps really turned my life around in a lot of ways. I began to find what I was good at and what I was passionate about in life, but an old acquaintance came knocking on my door, and I let him in. Once I was of the legal age, I began to drink again. Similar to past experiences, drinking was a big part of the culture within the Marines that propelled my usage. Before you know it, I was not just having a drink to enjoy social gatherings, I was drinking because I depended on alcohol. My hobby became an addiction.

Luckily for me, the Lord never left me, even though I left Him. Throughout my time in the Marines, God would always place someone in my life to bring me back to the faith. I would attend church, pray, read my Bible, you know that basics, but it would never last. It always seemed to fizz out eventually. I worshipped just about every idol there is, and yet, I could never truly walk away from God. I “tried” to be atheist once, but after saying God wasn’t real, I instantly felt sick to my stomach. No matter how far I strayed, or how deep my sin was, He was always there.

 

The Prodigal Son Returns

At this point, I was a new age practitioner that believed in it wholeheartedly. Well, one day I got the inkling to read the Bible. At the time I had no idea why, just came out of the blue. Naturally, I ignored it and carried on with my life, but the urge to get into the word, only grew stronger with everyday that passed by. My daily practices and rituals back then started to lose their appeal; some just downright were not working any more. Since everything I believed in was imploding, I gave the Bible a shot. Instantly, I was hooked. I couldn’t get enough, and simultaneously, every social media platform I had began to be filled with Christian content. I knew everything happening was way more than just a coincidence, so I began to pray, and God answered.

Shortly after, I committed my life to the Lord. I was baptized and got rid of every idol and object that could hinder my relationship with the Lord. Two weeks after being baptized, I was outside working in the backyard, when a gust of wind came and hit me. This sounds like a normal phenomenon, but the wind was not blowing before that, and did not continue after. I could just feel that it was a supernatural occurrence, so I sat down and began to pray.

Then, almost as if He was actually speaking to me, I heard “Get up and heal your wife”. I had never experienced anything like that before, so I was honestly confused and scared. I began to pray again, and then again, I heard “Go!”. I got up, went inside, told my wife what happened, and began to pray for her.

 

The Miracle

My wife and I used to host a Bible study at our house, which happened to fall on the day after I prayed for her. As always, she would make some goodies for everyone, and this particular morning she made cinnamon rolls. Having celiac’ s disease, she wasn’t able to enjoy the treats that she would normally make for everyone. Well, that morning the Holy Spirit spoke through me, and told her to eat one. She was apprehensive at first, and rightfully so. It the past she would be bed ridden after eating anything with gluten. I had told her God, wanted to heal you, so try it. She took a small bite and waited for five minutes with no side effects, so she ended up having three. She was healed from celiac! Man, God is good!

Well, it gets better. For over 7 years, my wife was told that she would never have children. She was diagnosed with unexplained infertility by multiple doctors. Our hopes of having a child were nonexistent. One day, in the middle of the summer she got a cold out of the blue, and she was the only one. Our family is blended, so I have other children from previous marriages, and none of us got sick. It was only my wife. Three days into her cold, I hear a familiar voice, say “She pregnant”. I thought to myself, there is no way she is pregnant. On the fifth day, that same voice told me to go buy a pregnancy test and have her take it, so I did, and sure enough, she was pregnant! God not only healed her from celiac, but infertility.

 

The Calling

As I continue to grow in faith and go deeper in my relationship with the Lord, my calling has become very clear. I have been called to teach and preach the word of God. Even as a child, I would have dreams and visions of standing on a stage, speaking to large crowds of people.

The more I come to know the Lord, the more I want to talk about Him. In fact, I have a hard time not talking about Him. I have dedicated my life, to doing His will and advancing the Kingdom of heaven hear on earth.