My name is Moises De Jesus Hernandez and I came from a Christian family. My mother taught me Christian morals, but as I grew up I turned more rebellious. I’ve been in and out of prison. I chose to hang out with drug dealers and gangbangers and that is how I ended up in prison. But this is my story.
The first time I went to jail I was 19 years old. I did not try to seek God back then. When I got arrested for the 2nd time I was facing 1 year in county jail. I ended up getting a sentence of 8 months. I found a group of brothers in Christ who lifted me up and gave me the courage to pick up the Bible. Knowing the word of God, being raised in Christianity, and believing in Jesus. I became so strong in my faith that after 4 months of being with my brothers in Christ and practicing my faith I began to teach others and yes I got a few souls for our Lord and savior Jesus Christ. During my 5th month incarcerated I was on my knee’s asking God for forgiveness and for being rebellious against his word. I asked him to let me go and in return I would dedicate my life to Him. Los Angeles County jail is a really hateful and dangerous place to be. I didn’t want to be there any longer, so I prayed on my knee’s for God to let me go back home. During that prayer the deputy called out my name saying “Hernandez, roll up your mattress you’re being released. I just couldn’t believe it! With tears of joy I went and said thank you to God, but I did not keep that promise to God.
My first day out I went to the liquor store and bought myself a 40oz beer and I rolled up a blunt of weed, then got drunk and high. I went back to my old ways. I told my Mother that I became a son of God and that I was going to change. I continued to drink and smoke for the next 4 months. One day it was like 2am and I had just left a party. I had red eyes from being high. My Mother was waiting for me when she opened the door and she saw me so high, she started crying and said “My son you told me you were going to change and seek the Lord. Me being so high, I looked at her and said “Mom in order for me to seek Jesus I need to be in prison.” A couple of weeks later I got a 13 year and 8 month sentence, of which I ended up doing 11 years and 8 months.
I’ve been scared of the Lord ever since, and I’ve been running away from him scared ever since. I’ve been out for 65 days and I believe because of my parole condition I got sent here to God’s ranch. I can’t run away from God anymore. I don’t know how to explain this, but I know that God has a plan for me.
