My name is Christopher Jones and I was born on September 4, 1960 in Knoxville, Tennessee. I had a devastatingly difficult childhood because of a major car wreck that I was involved in at age 5 with my mother, which left me with a lifetime of surgeries and health issues. My mother was Geraldine Leedy Bates and she was born in Harlan County, Kentucky to a father who was a school teacher and a mother who died at her birth. The man whom I was led to believe was my father was William Richard Jones. He and my mother had a rocky marriage from the start as he was a womanizer. My mother finally caught him in bed with another woman at the time of my birth which led to their divorce. My mother moved to Knoxville, Tennessee with all of my siblings to live near my three aunts who had years earlier migrated to the area. My mother would go on to marry two more times with each ending in divorce. By the age of seven my mother was in between marriages and my twin sisters Debbie and Debra along with my older brother Ricky lived with my mother across from the elementary school I attended first grade at in a one bedroom garage apartment. My mom and the twin girls shared the bedroom and Ricky and I had bunk beds in the living room. I was at this time that my life took another devastating turn. Ricky by then age 12 started to molest me. Because I did not know it was wrong at the time I didn’t say anything to anyone. This continued until I was age 10. At that time we spent the summer with Ricky’s dad, Mr. Jones in Greenville, Tennessee. They had a public pool three blocks from the house that we regularly went to that summer. Ricky had a friend whose name was Al Johnson (Not His Real Name) whom Ricky was hanging out with on a regular basis that summer. Ricky and him tried to get me to perform a sex act with both of them that summer and I felt like something was not right about that so I said no and Ricky told me “I’ll get you for that you little _ _ _ _” so later on that same week when we all went to the pool ( I could not swim at that time and no adults had ever told me not to sit on the pools edge near the deep end) that someone pushed me into the water and pulled me under and I did drown. The life guards pulled me out and performed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and CPR and I came back to life. An older woman there saw what happened and identified my brother Ricky as the culprit. He was arrested and taken to the local Juvenile Detention Center and charged with attempted second degree murder. After his daddy Mr. Jones who was politically connected made some phone calls the charges were dropped down and he did one year in detention and came home but lived with Mr. Jones and not me and mom and the girls. This led me into a life of homosexuality and it was choice I made at this young age. I was never born this way I made a choice to follow that path. By the age of sixteen I had came to prison with a life sentence for first degree murder for brutally stabbing 89 times with a knife and bludgeoning 39 times with a ceramic toilet tank lid a man name Mr. Paul Vincent Jenkinson.  While in the county jail the judge who sentenced me called me and my attorney to the courtroom by ourselves for a hearing. It concerned my PSI Report that was completed. The judge revealed to me that Mr. Jones was not my father and that a man by the name of Benjamin Ivan Fellosy was. I was told that I had a twin brother who was separated from me at the time of our birth. All this devastating information brought me to a no care, kid in the candy store mentality driving me into having dozens of men to have sex with during my first years in prison here in Florida’s “Rock” (Now Union Correctional Institution) in Raiford, Florida. In 1980 I was viciously raped by 4 men in the shower room by the main unit library. This tragedy brought about a lack of complete trust in anyone and total disbelief in God at all. I started into a drag queen attitude and went all out to sleep with all the men I could sleep with. I was on the path to complete destruction. This behavior went on up until I was transferred from Union in December 2003 and brought to Marion Correctional Institution. Upon arrival at this institution God started to bring many Godly men into my life that tried to share with me and no madder how many times I tried to change even working in the chapel as a clerk, I could not stop this homosexual lifestyle period. I had graduated from Bible College and had been trained that the gifts of the Holy Spirit were not for today’s Christian so I often mocked the brothers who operated in these gifts. God sent many men into my path Gary Tillman, Joe Suggs and others who witnessed to me and I thought I had truly given my life over to Christ but the homosexuality continued. Over a period of time I came to know a brother here by the name of Shawn Hillery, who although a young man, had wisdom beyond his years. I shared with him one day that I often heard voices in my head and that I would talk to them and when they would persuade me to commit a homosexual act or another sin I could never seem to refuse them. He asked me if I would allow him to tell my story to Pastor Brian McIntosh who came here on Monday nights for a service that I had recently started to attend and I reluctantly said yes. Pastor McIntosh stated he wanted to pray for me and I agreed to that the following week. Satan had other plans so that the following Monday the officer came to count and he made us stand in place instead of going back to service thereby cutting off the time to pray.  So God allowed the following Monday for the time to have him pray for me. When Pastor McIntosh laid his hands on me I blanked out and when I came to I was saying Jesus, Jesus and my whole body was on fire from top to bottom and I was at total peace that I had never felt since. Jesus Christ came to be my Lord and my Savior that day and He has blessed me with several gifts of the Holy Spirit which all I can do is bow down on my knees to Him and cry out Thank You and I Worship You. There were several men including brother Shawn Hillery and Timothy Henderson who witnessed God deliver me from a demon that day and witnessed Jesus Christ hand on my life since. I no longer see other men as a sex object. I see them as another brother whom God created and that’s awesome in itself. “Don’t you know that evil people won’t have a share in the blessings of God’s Kingdom? Don’t fool yourselves! No one who is immoral or worships idols or is unfaithful in marriage or is a pervert or behaves like a homosexual will share in God’s Kingdom. Neither will any thief or greedy person or drunkard or anyone who curses or cheats others. Some of you used to be like that. But now the name of our Lord Jesus Christ and the power of God’s Spirit have washed you and made you holy and acceptable to God. 1 Corinthians 6:9-11 (CEV). Praise the Lord He set me free. He can save you if you will confess with your mouth Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead you are saved. Hallelujah.