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I was moving around twenty, thirty, sometimes forty pounds of marijuana a month. I was eighteen years old. I had money. I had friends.
I stopped paying my bills. All my money went to alcohol, smoking, and things that are not healthy. What I was going to do at night became more important than going to school. I almost dropped out of school. I lost my job.
I’m driving home from work, and an eighteen-wheeler comes across two lanes of traffic and it rear-ends me; slams my car into the guardrail. My seat actually broke off the hinges. The seat belt locked, and my back torqued. I s...
Twelve years ago, I was given five years to live. They said; “Tim, you have an incurable cancer and we will see you on Monday.” That was the most sobering time of my life.
I had never prostituted before and I was going to go down there for the first time and do it.
Because of back taxes they took all the money I had in the bank. So I didn’t have anything except for a name and royalties that were also tied up. So I was really having to trust God.
"I was poor when I was young so I did everything to become rich now. I was unloved when I was young so I wanted to have as many friends as I could. I bought. I paid. I went. I did. I gave. It wasn’t generosity. It was need."
By the time I got to the jail I was already ready to hear the gospel. I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t know who. I didn’t know about this whole thing of being born again. I had heard about it, but I had never really inquir...
"I grew up in a preacher’s home. When I started thinking about the cowboy deal my dad was like, “We don’t do that.” I said, with a laugh, “What do you mean, we?”
A lot of people would ask the question; “So tell me when I’m going to die.” What I learned was, that the more important question is; “When are we going to start living?”