God wasn’t lost. I was.
He’d been knocking for years — I just kept letting everyone else in except Him.
I was the man who smiled on the outside...
God wasn’t lost. I was.
He’d been knocking for years — I just kept letting everyone else in except Him.
I was the man who smiled on the outside...
Rags to Christ: The Richard Brown Story Seen by many, Lived by one. My name is.. Richard, I'm originally from Kingston, Jamaica. I am a manager for a local credit union. I'm married to my beautiful wife, Christina. We've got a beautiful, large blended family. But don't let that fool you, my past ain't clean. I am Isaiah 64:6 "But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags." My story isn't one moment; it's a collection. A tangled, torn-up journey of failed attempts at saving myself. Of trying to be "good enough." Of slipping, stumbling, and sprinting away from truth. It's a story of depression. Anxiety. Alcohol abuse. Premarital sex. Children out of wedlock. Just torn between knowing better… and doing worse. And honestly? I thought my story was too pathetic to matter. I told myself: Be thankful. Start doing the right thing. Be quiet. Stay in your lane." Because I thought I was just another cliché. But God…
Rags to Christ: The Richard Brown Story Seen by many, Lived by one. My name is.. Richard, I'm originally from Kingston, Jamaica. I am a manager for a local credit union. I'm married to my beautiful wife, Christina. We've got a beautiful, large blended family. But don't let that fool you, my past ain't clean. I am Isaiah 64:6 "But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags." My story isn't one moment; it's a...
God wasn’t lost. I was.
He’d been knocking for years — I just kept letting everyone else in except Him.
I was the man who smiled on the outside but bled on the inside.
Addicted. Ashamed. Drowning in bottles, broken relationships, and guilt.
I didn’t think I could be forgiven—until grace found me in the wilderness.
Rags to Christ is my real...