I grew up agnostic, until the age of about 15. I began to believe in high school, but had very little knowledge. So when persecution came, I quickly fell away. At least, until I began reading the New Testament Bible in college. I first read all of the book of John. Then progressed onto Acts and the Epistles.

This was in 2003, when Mel Gibson’s movie about Jesus, “The Passion of The Christ” came out in the theatres. Switchfoot also came out with their first hit “Meant to Live.”

After being involuntarily committed to a mental health ward 4 times by my family, I decided to bail on both parents, moving down to Binghamton, NY… where my God-father lives. Things were a lot better for me back then. I was going to SUNY Broome full-time for business, working part time at Giant grocery store, exercising, playing baseball, and attending a home church every Sunday. However, I never found a girlfriend, and eventually broke my leg playing baseball. So, after that, I felt as though I didn’t belong there anymore… and like a Gypsie in the night I relocated to Illinois. There I worked for Apple Inc. as their Tier 1 Technical Support line. I was the best of the best. I was also going to a new Pentecostal church where I was baptized with full immersion, in front of the entire Church, in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. However, I never made any friends at that Church, the pastor that baptized me (Scott) stepped down, and another “Ben” (not me) was hired for the position. That made things very difficult for me, and although I continued to volunteer in the food pantry every week and tithe at Church for a few months…

They never held communion.

Instead, they played games behind my back like most Christians these days. They are backbiters, gossipers, and busy bodies. They gnash their teeth and weep.

Ohhh, “Yeshua” Save Me!

Did he? Nope! After 5 years living in Illinois, I went up to Madison, Wisconsin. Where I was homeless for 2 years… while I was living in my car they arrested me for “trespassing”, at a HOMELESS shelter, during a BLIZZARD. I was wrongfully imprisoned for 7.5 months. Then one day the district attorney dropped all of the charges and released me.

However, the trauma had already been done. I wasn’t eating in jail, and had lost 50 lbs., as I went on a hunger strike. Eventually I became emaciated. Furthermore, they held me in a jail that had been condemned by city inspectors. There were a number of violations from fire safety, to understaffing. They had me in solitary confinement for so long that I went insane and had to be transferred to a hospital for a competency evaluation.

I was being attacked physically on a daily basis, resulting in two black eyes and a broken nose from being punched by an officer, being tased, and pepper sprayed. I had no rights, even what was in the Inmate Handbook, was not being followed appropriately.

After 2 years of being back to New York, I began to believe again, with the help of the prayers of my LDS brothers and sisters. We met every week in my mom’s apartment, while they tried to prepare me for an LDS baptism. However, my LDS baptism never happened because my family started persecuting me because they don’t believe in any God, let alone the Mormon church. My only problem with the LDS church was the fact that they use water instead of grape juice for communion.

And it came to pass, that my mom and I went to a few different local churches, including a Roman Catholic church, where I was eventually baptized again. This was right when Covid-19 started spreading in the United States. Due to social distancing and other precautions, they have since then never given full communion to anyone in NY. Once again, I was baptized but not provided with a family of believers.

So, I left the Catholic church as well. Since then, I have been a lone wolf, reading and believing in the OT, NT, Revelation, Book of Mormon, and the Quran.

Yes, I’ve read the entire Quran. It’s not my fault that every church I’ve ever been to turn out to be an apostate.