Hated by Society - Beloved of God - A Sex Offender's Story

Hello, everyone. I want to share my life with you so that you can see how Father God treasures all of us.

Let me give you a little background first. I was sexually abused by my step-father from the age of 4 to 11, and I was tortured by a male family member for several years. I believed the only person who could love me was my mother. I realized I was gay at age 12 and hated myself for it because, at that time, homosexuality was unnatural and dangerous.

I dropped out of college and joined the army during Desert Storm and suffered a massive heat stroke that put me into a coma. When I work up, I was seeing things and hearing voices. I began suffering mood swings, depression, and rage. When I was discharged, I started drinking and using drugs and having sex with anyone who showed interest.

I went to jail within six months because I tried to kill a man who was involved in molesting my 4-year-old nephew—his own dad. I did close to five years in prison. I had already started cutting myself before the incident, so while locked up, I was diagnosed to have schizoaffective disorder. When I got out, I lived on the streets for a while. Started partying heavier and having many, many lovers.

I was informed that I wasn't a veteran, but I finally got social security disability. During this time, I hated God. Blamed him for all the horrible stuff that happened to me and in the world. After all, if he really was all powerful, why didn't he protect me, protect us all? I promised that if I ever met God, I would punch him in the eye.

I moved to Texas to help an old friend and his family whom were having serious money problems. I met a 14-year-old boy who, for some reason, thought I was as cool as a glacier. I had been openly gay since I went to prison, but I was a serious badass. I had the lifestyle of a rock star without the music or the money. I had been in over 400 fights and had been with over 400 guys, but I was crushingly lonely. I still believed no one would or could love me. Well, that 14-year-old boy convinced me we were soul mates. I'm not saying it was his fault. It was my fault, and I'm not trying to make excuses. Just trying to explain. I was desperate to be loved, on drugs, and mentally ill—and he was in pain. He had been getting molested since he was 5.

We lived together for 7 or 8 months and one night, he and one of his friends asked me to have sex with them at the same time. I did, and now I'm serving two fifteen year sentences—ran together—for sexual assault of a child.

My mother died in her sleep on Oct. 28, 2010 and my brother killed himself Oct. 28, 2011. They were the only family I had that were writing me.

In 2012, I helped a 19-year-old fight off a gang member who was trying to rape him. But I was jumped by ten of his homeboys. I was so severely beaten—while guards were watching—that I had a severe concussion for four months and had a massive heart attack for over ten hours before the guards let me see a nurse. Well, I tried to kill myself and went to a psych unit until I was sent here. I ended up cutting myself.

When I got back here, I met a Christian dude named Dustin who had been through a lot of the same kinds of stuff I had. So we became friends. He talked to me about God, and I told him about magic and all kinds of religions I had studied. He was trying to bring me to God, and I was trying to get in his pants. One day, he told me he believed I was possessed by demons and that if I went to chaplain's office with him, I could be heald. I went with him to prove to him and everyone else that there was no God.

After over three hours of praying, of me cussing and crying and demanding if there was a God that he had to prove to me that he loves me, the voices that I had heard every day stopped. God cured me of a mental illness that I had been suffering from for almost a quarter of a century. Father God has been with me since that day.

Now, I'm not saying my life is perfect. The enemy attacks me constantly and sometimes I struggle and stumble—but God is with me and he brings me through. This blog site, almost everything I write is about what I'm going through and what God is doing for me. If you read all of my posts, you will see that I'm not who I was before the miracle. :) Glory to God. :)

Now, let me tell you why I'm writing this.

I'm still gay and I have so many flaws no one would ever mistake me for perfect, and I don't read the Bible a lot because I've seen too many Christians use it as a weapon. But God is with me and he tells or shows me what he wants me to do.

Yesterday (July 1, 2017), Father God put into my mind a plan that he said would change the world. It will be called "The Heart of God's Purpose Ministries." Its motto will be, "Yes, I am my brothers' and sisters' keeper because God loves all of his children."

There are many aspects to what he showed me, but it will be a hand up for anyone who needs help. Orphans, street kids, gang members, families, single men and women, ex-cons—it will help them with education and/or vocational training, treatment for drugs/alcohol/psych problems. To find jobs, transportation, relocation, counseling. No one will turned away and nothing will be done by this ministry that doesn't glorify Father God. This is his world and he's taking it back because he loves us and doesn't want us to live in misery anymore. And he is asking all who love him to help. Old houses and apartment buildings will be bought and fixed up, and sold to those who have the greatest need on a rent-to-own basis at no more than a 10% profit above the actual cost of purchasing and repairing it. God told me that more than 10% profit is a sin. Cars, appliances, and furniture will be done the same way—all profits will be used to fund the ministries' projects and to pay its employees. Anyone who wants to do work for the ministry and put part of their pay towards their item is great. No credit will be needed, no mortgages, no loans—just people who need help, getting it! If someone runs into trouble, it will be worked out. They will not be abandoned and lose everything. The world will be a better place if we take some responsibility and do something about it.

God's purpose is for us to be happy and to love and help each other, period. God wants this to be worldwide. What better way to introduce God's love than to show it? There is no area of life that cannot use God's blessing, guidance and protection. If anyone has ideas to help this ministry, please share it with me. The only reason I can think of for God to share this with me is that only through using someone who was as twisted and broken as me is so the world can see the glory of his love.

God bless you and keep you, always.

Peace and love. :)

You can comment on this site or write me at:
Donny Welch #1375713
McConnel Unit
3001 S. Emily Dr.
Beeville, TX 78102

Or email me at www.jpay.com

P.S.
If there is anyone reading this who I hurt somehow, please forgive me. I am so very, truly sorry—particularly towards my victims.