Testimonials

My name is Troy Scott, and it is my privilege to share what the Almighty God has done in my life. I was born October 8th 1991. I had a wonderful childhood and was raised well by my two loving parents, Anthony and Deborah Scott. Seeking to install a strong sense of morality in my life at an early age, my parents enrolled me into Coast Christian School, in Torrance California. I attended this school from kindergarten to seventh grade. While attending this school, deluded ideas of who Christ was as well as the Heavenly Father traced the curriculum as well as my mind. Though what I knew of Jesus was minimal and heavily watered down, I considered myself a believer and follower of Jesus. I was a fairly “good” kid, I loved and respected my parents, and I did well in school. In 8th grade I left Coast Christian and attended Imperial Middle School. This was my first year at public school. I was amazed at what I saw, abuse of drugs and alcohol, sexual immorality, impurity, and the list goes on. This all was very strange and new to me in light of the years prior to this point. As an adventuresome, fun loving, social, and above all approval seeking young man, I threw myself at the crowd. I was involved in my first impure relationship, I drank, I cursed, though I was too afraid to try drugs, I tasted the evil fruit of the world and I liked it. By the time high school came around my stature increased and so did my sin list. I loved impurity with women, drinking and partying. My sophomore year I experienced the loss of my beloved godfather whom I loved. This experience broke my heart. For comfort I turned to sin. Shortly after this I tried marijuana for the first time. I fell in love with the altered state of mind which came with marijuana usage. I began using on a daily basis. I felt that marijuana gave me peace and freedom from my problems. All of my friends were also drug users. We were together most of the time, and naturally we were high most of the time. I grew distant from my parents as I kept my new life a secret. I lied to them every day about where I was and what I was doing. Almost all the money they supported me with funded my habit. As my marijuana usage increased I grew intrigued by other drugs. I began going to raves and using ecstasy. At raves I was impure with women that I didn’t know, nor to whom I was even properly introduced. I began going to parties which had avail many different types of drugs. Up to this point in my life I tried cocaine, different forms of methamphetamines, psilocybin, while maintain a habitual usage of marijuana and developing an addiction to cigarettes. In 2009 I graduated from high school and was looking forward to college. I managed to make it out of summer alive, and was anxious to have fun in college. For some reason California State Fullerton, accepted my application overlooking my low grade point average and some classes I failed to take. In an effort to avoid overwhelming myself my first semester of college, I decided to register for only two classes, a whopping seven units. However, this did not sit well with my father, and he implored that I take a minimum of twelve units. So a couple of days before the registration for classes was closed I looked for whatever general education classes were not full and decided that I would just add said class to my schedule. One of the only classes left was a Persian 101 class, which sounded quite interesting as this one class was five units, and would fulfill my requirement of twelve units. Little did I know that a disciple of Christ was enrolled in this class as well. A young and friendly Justin Tucker was eager to be my friend. We spoke and studied and finally he asked if I was interested in studying the Bible. Honestly, I did not jump at the idea, however, because, I felt that saying no to such a thing would not sit well with my conscience because I was a “Christian” I decided I would take Justin up on his offer. The studies changed my life, after my sin study by the grace of God I repented of my drug addiction and never looked back. I was finally baptized December 22 2009. But it didn’t stop there. Shortly after this my mother started coming to church and February 26th 2010 my mother was baptized, then finally my father on May 9th 2010. I spat in the face of Christ. I turned a blind eye and a deaf ear to the sacrifice that was made for my sake. I crucified the one who loves me enough to save me from what I deserve, an eternity in ****. Without Christ I am a liar, a coward, a pervert, a drug addict, a thief, an idolater and the murderer of my own Savior. Though through the eyes of a loving God my pitiful life was worth saving, a the highest of costs, the life of his only Son. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my testimony. I pray that it is an encouragement. All Glory and Praise be to God. Amen!

At a very young age my parents got divorced. Like most divorces with kids it left my heart very confused and always looking for answers and trying to get love from the wrong things. My father finally told my Brother and I that he was gay and that he cheated on my mother. This has always been a very embarrassing part of my past but it also started me on a downward spiral. Because of my dads choice lifestyle I was introduced to many things at a young age. Drinking and smoking cigarettes and pot was a regular thing for me. I was consistently trying to fill a void because of confusion, embarrassment and a lack of love that I had felt from my father.  At the age of 16 I moved from Colorado to California. I felt so unworthy because my Dad ended all contact with me and he never fought for a relationship with me after I moved. The consistent void of feeling unworthy and unwanted led to more drinking, smoking and partying. I was always in a consistent urge to feel love and wanted from men and everyone around me. This led to impure relationships emotionally and physically. Steeling thousands of dollars from my parents and almost being arrested. I finally had enough with my life and the continuous emptiness that I wanted to end my life. There had been more that a few attempts and my mom or brother were always the ones to catch me and stop me. One night I stayed up and prayed to God, “take me or help me.” The next day I went to one of my favorite parks and a sister had reached out to me and asked if I was interested in a College Christian Club. Thought my studies I was shown how much God was my true father and that I was so worthy of Him and that he heals the broken hearted. I was baptized December 7 2008. My “life theme” scripture is John 3:30, “He must become grater I must become less”. I know that there are so many women that feel the same way I once did and that I must put myself aside and let God work through me.

I grew up in the suburbs of Orange County, bouncing back and fourth between my parents, who split when I was four. The American institution of “home” has always been foreign to me, first by circumstance, then by choice. Under many roofs, living with many different people, home has always been where my family was, whether bonded by blood, sweat, spirit, or music. To me, home was a local band of buddies commemorating scars from past loves on a ten-foot stage, bonded by the sanctity of music as a cathartic experience. Home was the soles of our feet pounding against the pavement, running for our lives, running for our livelihood, running because anything was better than standing still as the world spun madly around us. Home was wherever I could go to numb out from the pain of being me. It was in this time in my life, when I got into heavy drug usage, beginning with marijuana and spiraling into everything shy of heroine. I was hurting because my family life had completely disintegrated when my father left us when I was 12, and as my mom would disappear for long periods of time—leaving my sister and I alone, to fend for ourselves. On top of this, I hated going to school because I constantly felt inadequate and stupid, and constantly compared myself to others. My self-loathing became self-hatred when at a party, I smoked marijuana glazed with cocaine and drank countless amounts of hard liquor to mask my immense pain and loneliness until I passed out. That night, I was raped by a close friend from school. There was nothing I could do, but weep after. I was 13. After this, I started drowning in the party life, chasing fantasies and illusions of happiness. I had no respect for my body, my mind, or anyone else. I was completely selfish, and would bypass countless messages from my mom and dad, crying out for me to come home. At this time I ran away from home with my boyfriend, and we moved into an apartment in Santa Ana. I had a great job at a bank, a car, and money to spend. We partied and did whatever we wanted, but every day I thought about committing suicide to drown out the huge, deafening pain in my heart. One day I went to the doctor and found out I was three weeks pregnant. I was so numb and selfish, I didn’t think twice about having the baby. Instead, without remorse or sorrow, I opted to have an abortion. I was falling into a black hole of darkness, and had drifted so far from God. After months of trying to pray, but feeling to guilty to connect, I cried out to God, sobbing on the floor of my closet. God answered my cry and gave me the strength to leave my boyfriend and move home. God helped me get through the love withdrawals, soberly, but not without scars. I decided to study the bible with my sister, a disciple who had been reaching out to me for six years. A month later, I was baptized into the campus ministry, and God completely regenerated my life, and gave me a totally fresh start through prayer, confession, repentance, and baptism. God led me home, and now I live to help others find their way back to him as well.

My life has been full of hypocrisy. My high school years is when I became an actual DJ (DJ KJAC). I practiced very often to the point where I idolized it. I had to know the newest songs and be the first person to find the “new hit.” Along with music, basketball became a major part of my life. Moving from Southern California to Chicago for my freshmen to junior years of high school led me to doing just about anything from drinking, smoking, and just not being me to fit and and make friends wherever I could. I became very popular and knew many people in that high school, not all for the best of reasons. My senior year of high school I moved back to California to becoming extremely exposed and a participant of drugs, alcohol and impure relationships with my ex girlfriend. I did all these things to fill a certain whole in me. I continued to drink and use drugs until my 2nd semester at Cal State Fullerton as a freshmen. I did not know what else I needed to do in my life to feel accepted, okay with my life, and for my life to have meaning. One day while playing basketball after class during the Spring Rush week I was shared with a brother from the Christian Club Alpha Omega. I was open to have a bible study and was actually extremely eager to have a relationship with God after having a terrible and rather just boring experience at Saddleback. My family and I went to Saddleback church on and off for about 10 years. I started studying to the bible and got to a study called Discipleship in which I learned I must live for God and not myself. This study broke me because my entire life I have been told by my family, friends, and parents that I live for me and only I can control what happens in my life. This was my last study for about 3 months. I continued to hang out with my friends who were not Christians/Disciples. I continued to drink heavily, and do drugs such as marijuana every few days or so. I was also trying to get with my exgirlfriend which would not lead to me being pure in any way. Djing started to really kick off for me. I started opening, for other DJ’s, at clubs, bars, and living the “college life.” But again I hit a point in my life where I wasn’t being satisfied, I always wanted more of everything to feel accepted, wanted, and loved. I took the innitiation to start studying the bible and about a week and a half later I was baptized on March 17, 2011. Since then, I feel loved by God, needed by God, accepted and forgiven of everything by God, as well as to finally have a purpose to my life.