05/18/2026
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"My name is .
I was born into a family bound by witchcraft. My father was a priest of satan, my mother was a witch. My parents were deeply immersed in shamanism and black magic.
When I was born I was raised and dedicated to Satan my head was anointed with blood. I inherited my father's cloak so it became a curse on my life.
When I was a child I never got a single kiss from my mother, nor did I kiss her. I felt like I died when I was eight years old when I heard my mom say she didn’t love me..
I felt no affection, and I was brutally beaten up several times until I was eight.
Many times I lay unconscious in a pool of blood.
At the age of 4 I wanted to kill myself.
You know that when your mom calls you a "freak" "bastard" it really hurts. I eventually realized she didnt love me and I hated her because of it. it. I screamed with heartbreak that I'd rather be called "nothing" than to be called her son.
The last time she slapped me, as an eight year old, I swore never to love anyone and never cry again in my life.
At the age of fifteen I ended up in New York with the Mau Mau gang named after a bloodthirsty African tribe.
The gang became my "family" that I never had.
A family of hooligans who get their strength from each other and take care of each other.
New York is a city where you need eyes around your neck. It was all about survival. One had to abide by the laws of the jungle. And the beast doesn't know the difference between good and evil. The beast must be killed to survive.
I could always remember my mother's voice as she grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the wall and the blood ran.
I tried to look into her eyes, that were like fireballs, to see something human, but all I saw was cold and hate. And I heard, "You are not my son, I don't love you." Get out of my life, I don't want to see you! "
In the gang I knew I was gonna die young. But in my life i was already dead. I died when I was eight years old when my mom said she didn't love me.
At 16, I was leading that gang in New York myself.
I fell into the depths of hell, thought about su***de many times.
When the police arrested me, I was isolated from all the other prisoners because I was dangerous.
The court ordered me to be treated by a psychiatrist. So I met Dr. Goodman. He took me to one of the worst hospitals ever, a very famous hospital for mad people. Then he took me to another mental hospital in Manhattan.
Six months later, when we were walking with him on the street, he told me directly, "You're just cold!. I tried to infiltrate you, punch you in the chest to get some sort of emotional response. But you are completely lifeless, you are very dangerous. “ And he said there’s nothing I can do for you Nicki! You go straight to jail to the electric chair. F**k you. And there is no hope for you. You're dead '.
But, by the grace of God, these words did not come true!
God became my last hope and in my misery He found me. I never thought about God in my childhood until suddenly this man Pastor Wilkerson fell from heaven into our neighborhood.
The police warned him: "They will kill you." This jungle, this is a battlefield "All we need to do is come and get your body. "
Wilkerson answered them with great conviction: "God will be with me! "The police said, "We hope he comes with you, because we're not going!" "
This man was used by God. When I showed no interest in anyone, God showed interest. He put so much love in this man’s heart and brought him to New York’s biggest city with a message of hope.
Just two weeks before this my psychiatrist said “Nicky, you step on the electric chair and you’re going to hell! "
But Wilkerson said, "No, it's not true!" That's heaven, that's God. It's Jesus Christ who died for your sins, who gave His life for you, just as you're willing to give your life for your friends, gang members, boyfriends and girls.
There is a God who is truly the living God. His name we remember. But when one of you dies - no one remembers you, you are not there anymore. But Jesus is always there. He's not dying! "
And this is the most important piece of news David Wilkerson has ever given me. And I approached him and started hitting him.
I wouldn't let him go. He couldn't get rid of me easily. I cursed him himself, his god and everything in this world.
Like a wild animal I jumped on him, grabbed his hair and began banging his head against the wall. Just like my mom did to me. But this guy, ignoring the pain and blood, said in the middle of the commotion in the street, in the presence of three hundred witnesses: "Nicky, I'm not scared. I came here to bring you the news from heaven. I came to tell you, Nikki, Jesus loves you! "And when he told me that, I retreated."
I had my eyes on him. And he said, "If you want, you can kill me." And I know you can. But even if you kill me and cut me into a thousand pieces and spread them across the street, remember: every piece will scream to you: Nicki, Jesus loves you! "
This hit me hard. It felt like a heart attack.
Two weeks later I went to listen to this man.
I didn't go alone, I brought 70 guys as security guards to listen to this skinny guy.
To my surprise, there were already two thousand people there. 12 gangs. We came prepared. I came in with a loaded 22 caliber pistol.
And that night for seven minutes, even though I was so restless, high on drugs, seven minutes later something happened to me that night.
Wilkerson told why Jesus came to earth. What really touched me was the crucifixion of Jesus Christ.
The first few minutes seemed boring to me.
But then I saw Jesus Christ crucified before my eyes, so alive that I thought I was there, and saw Him die.
And this has touched me deeply. I was defeated by Jesus' perseverance. Loyalty to friendship. Him, Jesus, friend, the best friend you could ever have.
He is not a lying politician who promises a lot and fails to deliver. He promises you eternal life. He promised to die for you - and he fulfilled it. And I admire such a Jesus.
It was the first time in my life that I felt respect for someone. And this honor made me kneel before my saviour Jesus Christ.
Glory to Jesus!”
Today, 87-year old Nicky Cruz has traveled around the world, ministering and preaching the Gospel.
The formerly insensitive "beast" teaches people about forgiveness and love. He is the founder of the Nicki Cruz Ministry helping young people leave a life of crime and turn to Christ and serve him.
Pastor Cruz is also the author of many books, including a bestseller, "Run, Baby Run."
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