The merciful good of God is here for all. As a child, I conjured up dreams as a relief from the tainted environment surrounding me. I tried to escape the pains of childhood's hunger in an overpopulated city and an immoral upbringing. This was spiritual starvation at its worst.
But I felt love for the good in man and hope for freedom from the crippling pictures this environment flaunted as real. The sweet sense of the Christ was there but I did not know its source.
After being a "flower child" for several years, traveling in the new generation's hip culture, I found myself deep into illicit living; a hippie in the drug scene. I didn't like who I saw; I was losing all hope in myself and others.
