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So I started playing the guitar, which came out of nowhere. I didn’t even know how to play the guitar at the time. I would spend every Friday and Saturday in my room at night just learning how to play and learning to sing wor...
He kept using Bible verses, and I would say, “I don’t believe the Bible. Why do you keep quoting the bible? Why can’t you quote another book?”
I actually had a friend who referred to me as the Dark Angel of Death.
As he slid me up that wall, telling me I didn’t know anything about God, I realized I did know about God, I just didn’t think I knew God.
“Mr. Henson, I don’t know what you’ve been doing, but I wish you’d tell me. Your blood is better than mine.
I knocked on the door and Satan said; “You have to sell your soul to come in here.” The ledge started moving in. So, I sold my soul
I would take guys into restaurants and everybody knew to take off their hats. One of the guys, who I still talk to, asked me, “Why do you pray? You know what we do here, right? We sell drugs. Why do you pray? Our business is ...
Her grandmother threw her out. She lived in a little 16‘x9’ shack by the roadside. I was born in that little shack.
They had read an article in the Tampa Tribune newspaper about my Yoga classes at four universities. They knew I was a seeker of truth, hungry for reality.
I didn’t tell very many people about this for a long time. I didn’t want them to think I was crazy. I know I ran up on some wicked stuff that day.