When I went to prison for armed robbery, certain people caught my attention because I knew them from the streets. They had changed. Now they were talking to me about God and about the Bible. “Whatever,” I told them. But to myself, I wondered: I...

Several years ago, I looked around the cheap hotel room where I was living and thought: This is my life? Really? I thought my full story was already written — a rough childhood, a prison term, broken relationships and decades of heavy drinking.  I wanted help,...

Everything good happened for me when I walked into Rockford Rescue Mission and made the decision to change my life. I had been in drug addiction for five years, bouncing back and forth between Rockford and Beloit. As long as I had a few dollars to...

“Dad, you’re nothing but a crackhead. I don't ever want to see you again.” My son was 15, and he was right. He and my ex-wife had come to my apartment and found me getting high, again. I’d been a functional addict for more than two decades,...