Christopher LeMark Frazier, born in Chicago’s Cook County Hospital, began this journey in January 1979. Only 3 years into life in 1982, the youngster, unable to do anything for himself, was abandoned, along with three other siblings. Later that year, the four children had become wards of the state, and were placed under the care of distant relatives.While living with these relatives, whom cared little for the children, he and his siblings endured intensive abuse—from being awakened from his sleep with a beating, to watching his sisters undergo physical and verbal abuse. The young boy was no stranger to hardships, and this started early on. Young Christopher was told countless times that he would never amount to anything, that he would never make it or reach any level of success, as he was called bad names that tend to linger in the ears of children, and haunt them, as they morph into adulthood. But the abuse didn’t end there; things became more rigorous as the child would be locked on the back porch, or maybe even in the basement, for hours at a time. Here, the child sought refuge and peace in a young life that knew none. Because the child had to eat to survive, eating from the garbage became common practice, for he would be called to the table, but disallowed to break bread with the family—the family that he was forced to live in, the same family that treated him as if he was not just as human as they were, as if they didn’t all breathe the same air.In 1994, at the young age of 15, Christopher left to go live with cousins, thinking that this union would work better than those in the past had. But just as other relationships falter, this one was short-lived as well, lasting for only a few months. He was later placed under the custody of Aunt Martha’s Group Home Services, while still a young, teen-aged boy. While with Aunt Martha’s, a house fire came along and claimed the lives of two of his housemates, two that had become victims of society’s failures just as he had. But Christopher survived this tragedy, for those things that don’t seize your existence—take your life away—only make you stronger.For the next three years, Christopher was placed with different group homes throughout the agency, becoming familiar with instability, and having little to call his own. However, on September 21, 1997, not long after he reached the age of legal adulthood, he found his heavenly Father. He found peace. He found hope. He made the decision to allow God to take the wheel and steer his life in whatever direction He saw fit. This solidified his being, and he began this tremendous journey, shifting the focus of his life: Focusing On Christ’s Unchangeable Spirit.* Focus 1
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