I grew up in a public housing project. What I saw around me became what I expected for my life. I expected to die young. I accepted that I would probably go to jail every couple years, for a couple years. While that isn’t much of a vision, it was what I saw for my life. It made sense to me because it was what I saw. Then I found myself in jail again—for the third time in three years. But this time was different. This time I was facing a life sentence. You can do a couple years over and over. You can’t keep doing twenty-five year sentences. And suddenly the future I thought I understood was gone. The outcome I was facing exceeded what I expected. So I began examining things. My life. My choices. What I believed about myself and what I believed about God. And slowly, a different vision began to emerge—one based on hope and purpose and possibility. That’s when the words of Jesus stood out to me: “All things are possible to those who believe.” So I began to believe. I began to d...