Jesus Shines Through: A Lifelong Search Through Hippies, Communes, Rage, and Church Culture for the God Who Heals

Alone … in the dimly lit cell … I’m pacing the perimeter, trying to outrun my own dark thoughts.

I’m only 13 years old. Is this my life and the first step toward dying in a gutter like Dad says I will? Will I be in and out of prison? I walk faster and faster….breaking into a run and then running until I’m exhausted. I unfold the blanket in my cell, spread it on the hard floor, and drop off to sleep.

Crushed by a violent, alcoholic father, and growing up in a world of street gangs, organized c...