As James Howard, Jr., wiped the fingerprints off his second carjack job, police surrounded the Crips’ leader and yelled at him to throw his hands in the air. He fumbled for a non-existent gun, hoping they would fire. Instead, he heard a strange voice in his head: Pray.

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Robbie Robinson arrived in handcuffs for his son’s funeral. Then he stood up and told his family and friends about Christ.

His mother hardly recognized the son who stood before her with peace in his eyes—a young man whose life up until that point had been stamped by drugs, violence, and prison time.

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