|My Journey from Castro to Christ|
After fleeing Cuba, my family was barely surviving. Then a California church gave us a new lease on life.
From the earliest time I can remember, I had an intense longing for peace. Born in Havana, Cuba, in the early 1950s, I was aware from a young age that our country was in a constant state of violence. At night, it was common for our family to hear gunfire and bombs going off in the distance. These were the beginning years of Fidel Castro’s Cuban Revolution.
By the latter part of the 1950s, the sounds of war were getting closer to our neighborhood and louder by the day. On January 8, 1959, Castro ...
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
My Journey from Castro to Christ