There was a time back in 1987, one cold winter's night, when I was in the prison yard.  Another inmate walked up to me, introduced himself, and boldly told me that Jesus loved me and

had a plan for my life.  After he said those words I laughed at him and told him that there was no way God could love me.  I told him I was to evil, that he was wasting his time. 

 

     But this man had such a compassionate attitude, and I saw that he was really sincere.  I cannot describe it.  Let's just say he had a special glow about him. 

 

     One day he offered me a small pocket New Testament which included the Psalms.  He urged me to read portions of it, especially the Psalms.  Some nights I would peek into the Bible

just to check it out.  I had never read the Bible before. I started to read the Psalms for the first time in my life, and said to myself, "My God, these are some of the most beautiful words I’ve ever read."  I began to cry like never before.  I

shut my light out, got down on my knees in the darkness, and began to pour out my heart to the Lord.  This was all new to me.  Feelings of grief and deep remorse welled up inside.  I

called upon the God of Israel and talked to Him as if He were right in the cell with me.  I didn't even know if God was listening.  I just had to pray.  And He heard my prayer.

 

     The police and the news media used to call me "The Son of Sam", but God has given me a new name, "The son of Hope".  Because my life is about hope.

 

 

                                 David Berkowitz

 

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