Memory calls us back, Mystery draws us forward.

I couldn't imagine, you know, God having a plan for my life. I thought I planned my life out.

My life and my plan wasn't very good, but at least it was my plan. It got to that point that I just couldn't stand it any more.

I was trying my best not to drink. I'd go a day or two, and I just couldn't stand it. It kinda got around that 'Hamilton got religion.' So for about a year, it was the most miserable time of my life because I was secretly still drinking. One night I came home, after about a year of this, and I woke up the next day and the desire was gone.

My dad was a good man but an emotionally absent father, and so I had to look for that male attention somewhere else, and found it in a brother-in-law. He just happened to be an alcoholic.

I was running from God, but I didn't know I was running from God. I didn't know that.

Memory calls us back, Mystery draws us forward.