The Least of the Least: From Crime to Christ by Wyatt Allen

Gathered along the bank of Missouri's Gasconade River enjoying a summer picnic with my family. I relaxed in the cool breeze, indulged in the tasty food, and took a refreshing swim. Life couldn't get better than this.

Abruptly, a remote, rumbling road interrupted my serenity. Seemingly closer and closer, louder and louder, it bellowed in the distance. I tensed. Surely it meant impending door. What was the noise? It seemed oddly familiar, yet far from natural. Where was it coming from? What did it mean? I was bewildered and confused. When it happened again the bleariness of sleep swiftly left me. I realised what it was!

I bolted from the top bunk just in the nick of time as the count-time buzzer suddenly yanked me from my leisurely dream. No river, no picnic, no family, just found concrete walls, a metal sink and toilet. I stood for count just as the prison guards walked up to my cell door. Whew! That was a close call.

Taking it all in, I just smiled. I was happy, not because of my environment, but because of my incredible, miracle-filled journey that took me in search of a loving God. I hadn't been seeking Him, but He was seeking me. He knew my heart when I didn't know my own. When He found me as a devil-worshipping, death-metal, head-banging, suicidal fifteen-year-old and broke through the strongholds of my life, it would never be the same.

Read how God used a 20 year prison sentence to get Wyatts attention, and how once God had his heart, Wyatt has kept moving forward in serving the God of the heavens who pulled him from the wretchedness of his pit.