The People’s Revival

I came up through the punk scene and the skinhead streets — loud, rough, and allergic to hypocrisy. At nineteen, I was preaching instead of fighting, traveling across the U.S. and abroad, calling the church to repent with the same fire I once used to rage against the world.

For twenty-six years I lived inside that system — preaching revivals, building ministries, watching miracles, and watching men turn them into merchandise. As an auDHD believer, I took every word of Christ literally. When He said trust, I trusted. When He said give, I gave. When He said go, I went. I tested His promises like equations, and they proved true every time.

But that kind of faith made people nervous. The church wanted conformity, not conviction. It wanted members, not disciples. So after decades of wrestling with its machinery, I walked out — not from God, but from the religion that tried to manage Him.

Now I preach a working-class gospel — raw, neurodivergent, and free from the chains of organized religion. My message is simple: the kingdom belongs to the people, not the powerful. Faith was never meant to be a business. It was meant to be a revolution — mercy for the broken, justice for the oppressed, and Light for everyone still standing in the dark.

JC