Saved, then lost, then saved, then lost again, then saved again, then lost, then saved.
I stated my testimony in a condensed version, but will continue here. As stated before when I was saved in that prison yard in 1975, I got out in 1979 and was still a Christian in word only with a moral compass totally out of kilter. I continued my alcoholism towards a deadly spiral and while I did go back to prison again, but in another state, I was still only calling on Jesus when I was in trouble. Back in 1975 while I was alone in my prison cell, my name was called out…I turned thinking it was the guard but nobody was there.