I was called to preach at fourteen years old. I ran for thirty-four years.

What finally cornered me wasn't lightning or a vision. It was a prison cell. Twenty-three hours a day locked inside. One hour to shower, make a call, and decompress. The only book allowed was a Bible.

In that cell, God didn't tell me I was good. He showed me what I had become: a sexual addict who had destroyed marriages, abandoned children, and landed in prison with a felony and a registry. I was the wrong kind of sinner. The kind the church doesn't know what to do with. The kind they tell to come late and leave early.

But in that cell, God also showed me who He is. And He told me I was His.

From childhood abuse to sexual addiction, from the wreckage of multiple marriages to a prison sentence that became a monastery, this book follows one man's journey into the deepest darkness — and the God who met him there.

With brutal honesty and hard-won hope, this book takes on the lies that keep addicts trapped and the church silence that keeps them hiding. It's a call to pastors to finally address the epidemic in their pews. It's a lifeline to anyone who thinks they're too far gone. And it's proof that there is more grace in the blood of Jesus than sin in you.

Written from inside a prison cell as of May 2026, Wrong Kind of Sinner isn't a retrospective from someone who's already out and comfortable. It's a frontline dispatch from a man still in the fire — and still building a ministry, a recovery program, and a message for the ones the church has labeled wrong.