Beyond the Yellow Brick Road by Juan Martinez & Foreword By John Ramirez

Author:Juan Martinez & Foreword By John Ramirez
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Five Stones Press

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Goodbye, New York J

The iron bars of freedom

Shortly after God spoke to me, some guy pinned my name to a robbery that I had no part in. The guy was doing drugs with a prostitute when someone struck him in the head before robbing him. The woman claimed it was me, New York J. A quick call to the cops and his claim had me as their top suspect. I’ll admit to having done lots of stupid stuff in my life, but robbing that guy was not one of them. Besides, I was in the clear because I’d been in another city at the time and had four witnesses to prove my innocence.

After talking with detectives, I decided to drive back home to clear my name. As we entered the city, I noticed surveillance vehicles everywhere. Have you ever seen cars on the side of the road with signs that read “For Sale?” Well, those weren’t cars for sale. Like, even the hot dog vendor across the street was an FBI agent, you feel me?

The minute I pulled in and got out of my car, badges came out from everywhere. I was busted! I got caught red-handed with only a few grams of meth in my possession, but they weren’t interested in the dope. They wanted me for the aggravated robbery. A conviction would mean a twenty-five-year prison sentence. As the justice system played out, the truth showed where I was, and my conviction was four years instead of a quarter of a century behind bars.

This time, I wound up incarcerated in Weatherford, Texas. Here I was, a Puerto Rican from New York, in the same cell with guys from the Aryan Brotherhood. As crazy as it sounds, this is where my life took a drastic change. I started reading Faith to Faith by Kenneth Copeland, and one day, I fell to my knees for the first time and had a real conversation with God.

The reality is, God was always talking to me, but although I had moments of hearing Him loud and clear, my pain kept cutting into our conversations, and I’d crawl back to the life that I thought was what being a man meant. The last time God had spoken so clearly was in the car when I started sobbing at His Words. Although I hadn’t heeded His call, the words He spoke over me always tugged at my heart. That day in the cell, after reading Copeland’s book, I was at the end of my rope. I needed to be saved, and finally, I realized that I couldn’t do it on my own. There was no sermon being preached. No worship team. No theatrics. Just me begging God to save me.

Divine Appointment

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