Two years ago, if I bought a crystal ball to look two years forward, I would have shaken that ball hard and taken it back for a refund saying that it was surely broken. Born in Jamaica, I spent my early years with grandparents, as my mother lived in Canada before I relocated to Canada and then to New York. It was with my grandmother that I came to know church every Sunday. In Sunday school they would call me “professor” because I always knew my “Golden Text”. By the age of 18 years, I was ready to leave home, so I moved out to seek my so called “freedom” but what I saw as freedom was deep into bondage of sin and the devil. In 1995, my first son was born, and I decided to change my life in order to set a good example for my son. That took me into Rastafarianism. Admiring Bob Marley, his lifestyle, music and message, I was convinced that it was the path of truth-one love, one heart, live good, do right, read a psalm a day and smoke my “spiff” with as many “queens” I could find. Along with making music, this was the meaning of life for me, so I thought at least. But there remained a cycle of searching, worries, depression, insecurity, restlessness, unfaithfulness, dissatisfaction and hopelessness. Relationships came and went, hearts laughed, then hearts broke, breakthroughs made way for downfalls, inspiration gave way to doubt and procrastination. My life was a roller coaster. One day in March of 2012, I met a young lady and we spoke about my life as a Rasta. She told me she used to be a Rasta but she had come to know the one and true conquering Lion of Judah. Seeing that my nickname was “catchtca” she asked if I ever felt the fire of the Holy Spirit and invited me to Triumphant Life Church Brooklyn. I was curious to see what she meant by this Holy Ghost fire, I decided to visit the church but I told myself that if anyone looked at me funny or made me feel uncomfortable, I would walk right out of the door. On Wednesday March 14th, 2012, I walked into 5316 Church Avenue Brooklyn and into two welcoming smiles . The message was on the Pre-eminence of the Lord Jesus Christ, with Jehovah as the one true God. In that message, years of illusions and lies came crumbling down, what I thought I knew became vapor next to the truth of Jesus Christ. The pastor made an altar call but hanging unto self I told him I was already a believer; but he said, “Come my brother let me pray with you”. That was the prayer and the moment where my vehicle on the highway to destruction made a 180 degree turn. It was like electricity running through my body, eruptions in my stomach, bright light in my eyes though they were closed, I was lifted and weightless though my feet were still on the ground. After prayers, pastor asked how I felt, I said, “I don’t know what just happened but whatever it is I want more”. I renounced, denounced, and rejected sin and Rastafarianism and accepted Jesus as my Lord and savior. I was saved and delivered. The next day, a face that was always stone and serious smiled the entire day. That same young lady who invited me to TLC Brooklyn is now my loving, dedicated, smart and hard working wife and the Lord has remained faithful to me. To God be the glory!!!