Frederick remembers his first prayer. “I was four. My father had died, and I wanted God to give him back.” God gave him a kind stepfather, but Frederick felt resentful and became increasingly wild. His own words say it best:
“The devil just keeps opening one evil door after another; and I stepped through each one, going from drug to drug right into my adulthood, until I was hooked on crack, kicked out of the military, living in a tent and jailed for theft. My sanity was on its last thread when I was sitting in Hermann Park dreading the prospect of being homeless, again. I was ready to surrender.”
“I walked to Star of Hope and signed up for the Spiritual Recovery Program. It was rough at first, but God was teaching me how to persevere through trials, communicate in stressful encounters, submit to authority, honor and serve others before myself and, most important, believe that He loves me and only wants good for me.”
“I have never been sober longer or had a deeper relationship with God. I have continued my education at the College of Biblical Studies and been given my own place to stay. I have a well-paying job, a new vehicle and I am a sponsor of a child through Compassion International. I am extremely grateful.”
