Gave my life to Jesus Christ in a Baptist Church at the age of 8 (maybe 7 or 9) in Uruguay ( South America) in the days of the right wing-facsist militar goverment(70's).
Under a lot of pressure and abuse ( by parents, police, teachers...) my life was getting far and far away from The Lord untill at the age of 11 I started searching for answers in the Heavy Metal underworld; Spanish bands like Baron Rojo, British like Judas Priest, Black Sabbath and mostly Iron Maiden
( with the video of Run to the Hills) blew my mind, so I decided to dedicate my life to be a Metal Musician....
Anger against the goverment, police and all hipocryte authority gave me lyrics for my songs, Minas Tirith was my first band in 1994 ( when nobody knew about The Lord of the Rings) , Drugs like cocaine and meth were announced but anyways got me with the frustrations of being a Metal Musician in a third world country, more anger , more violence, more betrayals, more solitude...Brazil first, then Argentina were places were I was looking for answers but found none, 1997 saw me about commit suicide after practicing wichcraft, magic, Buddism and all sort of african rites and religions and many different styles of Martial arts as Taekwondo, Chinesse Kempo, Jeet Kune do, and Shorin Ryu...but I missed a part...Mama was praying for this guy, she gave me my first Bible when I came back from Argentina in 1992, in the last days of my addiction ( cocaine) something lead me each time that I grabbed that book to the Psalm 38(reading I was lookin myself in the mirror of the scripture); she saw me every night with my "friends" in the corner wasting my life but never gave up on me, even when the people in her Church told her: "forget him, he's a lost case" she kept prayng for me...untill that night in 7-1997 I asked her: " when you go to Church" she said" now, let's go"
couldn't stop the tears since I step on that door, all the guilt became an anvil on my shoulders in that Holy ground, when the Pastor asked me at the end of the service: " why you came?" I said:"to be forgiven" and forgiven I got out !!
Now almost ten years after I asked The Lord to receive me again,
Mama passed away three years ago (in Uruguay,I couldn't go to see her in her last moments), Church rejected me for my tatoos and long hair and for my music...I could blame so many people and circumstances, so many...
but the one who got away from his precious hands in this years once again was me, no one else.
So I'm starting over,I asked Him tonight ( 1/3/2007) to forgive me again, to restore me again,
I learned a few lessons in this almost ten years, I'm wiser, stronger, I know my enemy even better now, and I pledge to defeat him: you would ask: "how?"
I'll tell everyone who make contact with me that Jesus Christ is real, and that his Love is unique, his Mercy is the air I breath and his grace make this life worth living; and if I can do it with music even better but if not, I'll do it in the streets in my daily job...everywere by all means!!!
There's real life in him, there's forgiveness in him, there's real Love in him
what else I need?
and as grace upon grace: He gave me the most beautiful family a men could ask, a LADY that shows me the Love (and the Mercy) of God every day and three beautiful children who make me pray and ask God to be a better man and father everyday.
Right there, right now Jesus is knocking the door of you heart.....
