Growing up in the Dominican Republic, I practiced a popular religion, Voodoo. In this faith, followers believe spirits control all aspects of life, everything from happiness, to health, to wealth. When something went wrong, we believed it was because someone had cast a spell on us. At that time, Easter weekend was cause for family celebration. We thought it was the day the devil killed Jesus. Now its my favorite day because I know it is really the day that Jesus died for me.
I will never forget the day I came to Christ: January 14, 1991. I was 17 years old and already a baseball star, but I knew something was missing. I felt empty inside. I went looking for a Christian church and sat down in the back. At the end of the service, the preacher asked if anyone wanted to be "saved." I stood up and walked to the front of the church. Right there I prayed and asked God to forgive me of my sins and save me. I knew I needed something bigger in my life. That "something" was Jesus.
In the Dominican Republic, when youre a baseball player, youre almost a god. People were telling me, "Youre young. You should be having fun. You might be a millionaire. You dont need God." I told them they were wrong. There is more to life than being rich and famous. Baseball stays here. Its important to me, but I have my priorities. God is first! Matthew 6:33
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