Rise Up

by Adam Price
January 2009


In December, 2003, I was at the peak of a very fast-paced lifestyle. I was walking in darkness and futile thinking. One night, a former friend of mine and I were involved in a crime that led to the death of another man. This was the most serious situation I had ever encountered. Though I didn’t commit the crime I was convicted of, my involvement was still a detriment to the victim. I began to feel that it was all my fault; therefore, I told my friend and his mother that he didn’t do it and that I did it.

Once it was established that I was the perpetrator, I was apprehended by the authorities two and a half months after the incident. While being interviewed, I never implicated my friend. After about an hour of interrogation, I was arrested and cuffed. I asked what my charge was; they told me, “Murder.”

This was a situation where I was supposed to keep my mouth closed and sit back, suppressed, and do the time. I was basically content with that until something happened.

One day I was sitting in my cell feeling weighed down with the recent events that were going on. I looked under my shelf and saw the Holy Bible and picked it up. I began to read the book of Proverbs. The more I read, the more convicted and sorrowful I felt for all the things I had done wrong. I continued to study. As I read, I began to understand that I wasn’t so much as reading as the Bible was reading me.

Ever since I was little, I knew that Jesus had died for my sins. I started reading the New Testament and really understood that Jesus is the one whom I must present myself to and he will forgive me and cleanse me from all unrighteousness. I made up my mind to live my life before God and not before men. I always somehow just knew that Jesus Christ was the truth. I had a desire to only want to line up my life with the operating of the Holy Spirit.

At this time, I was a nail-biter. I told myself that if I could not stop biting my nails, I could do anything. I stopped biting my nails and let them grow. I not only bit my nails, I ate the skin on my fingers, too. When I stop biting my nails (and skin), my fingers begin to look like normal, healthy fingers. I was amazed at the results of my determination.

Being rooted in overcoming that personal challenge, I was determined to be the best Christian I could be. During this transition period, my girlfriend came to visit me one day, only to tell me “it’s over.” The spirit was operating in me enough for me not to be anger or bitter. I only wished her the best and encouraged her to be successful in life. Though I wasn’t angry or bitter, I was still hurt and torn inside. After the visit, I went straight to my cell to talk to my new friend – God.

The Holy Spirit was operating in me swiftly and without regret. God only operated in me as much as I allowed him to; therefore, I still never implicated my friend that had committed the murder.

When my trial came up, my friend and his mother testified a fabricated story against me. Though I was extremely broken, I still hadn’t implicated my friend. I also testified a false story. The more I lied, the more conviction shuddered through my spirit. After three days of trial, the jury deliberated for two days.

Something very strange and pivotal happened to me while I was in the holding cell waiting for the jury to deliberate a verdict. As I paced around the cell, I prayed to God, “Please, Lord, let me go.” The Holy Spirit responded in my stomach – “Nope, sit back and let me operate.” I said, “Well, when you gonna let me leave?” My God answered, “When you walk out of those gates, you will be a holy saint walking in miracles, signs, and wonders. You will speak my words, and the words will be fire – and the hearers will be wood. They will either be consumed or they will be put on fire for me. You will rather die than to commit any willful sin. You will be a servant/shepherd among many sheep for the glory of my name. I must gather in the last harvest and you are sealed to be a laborer. You will leave when you have nothing else to gain but heaven, period.” I responded, “Yes, Lord, let thy will be done, not mine.”

I went back in the courtroom and was found guilty of murder. Standing firm in that concrete message from God, I was transported to Lebanon Correctional Institution in Lebanon, Ohio, with a tenacious faith and a passion to stay in the perfect will of God. As the Holy Spirit operated in me, I began to decrease as he began to increase. He was purifying my thoughts, words, and actions at a swift yet thorough pace. He caused me to obey without delay. I fell plenty of times in different areas, but he caused me to acknowledge him in all my ways so that I could see things as he sees them. Prison is a junkyard of many religions and traditions. God began to open my eyes to the vain religious attempts of men to please God. I quickly learned the difference between religion and relationship.

After the Lord had established me in himself, I began to look around and see many souls that needed a relationship with Jesus. Many of these men think that they have seen and heard it all. Too often, they’ve encountered bad representatives of God. I felt that it was my job to project the truth to love not so much in word, neither in tongue, but in deed and truth (I John 3:18). Though I ministered to men in the Word daily, I also began to put in much work.

I started writing scriptures on the back of my t-shirts. I wrote a play about forgiveness and three other brothers and got the chance to perform it in chapel. It blessed many men. I drew pictures that beckon men to think seriously about repentance. My main message to men was the scripture (out of Matthew 16:26) – “What is a man profited if he shall gain the whole world and lose his soul?” I also wrote many essays.

I then began to send out Christian literature. My t-shirts with scripture written and illustrated on them, and drawings to my family, friends, churches, ministers, organizations, newspapers, radio stations, etc. I also began to reach out to people that I haven’t heard from in a long time. People would respond to my letters with such a blessed enthusiasm. I continued to reach out more. I wanted to magnify the message of repentance and salvation. I remember when I first had an article published in the newspaper. I received the paper one night and I was just flipping through it; I stopped at an interesting article. I told my cellie, “This person sounds like me.” I read a little more and said, “This person sounds exactly like me.” I looked at the bottom of the page, and I saw my name. I said, “This is me!” We laughed and rejoiced.

As the time and seasons began to pass, the Lord put the whole city of Cincinnati on my heart. I started having visions of revival in Cincinnati. I began to see revival all over Ohio and the bordering states. I really began to inquire of the Lord. I said, “Lord, what is it that you want me to do?” He said, “Look around you. What do you see?” I said, “I see prisoners.” The Holy Spirit said, “These are the ones who will be granted repentance to bring in the last harvest.” I said, “Lord, why these people?” He said to my heart: “Because the person who is forgiven the most will love the most.” (See Luke 7:41-43.)

I asked my Father in heaven, “What exactly do you want me to do?” I was given a vision and he responded with this: “Go to the church leaders in Cincinnati and tell them to come together in Mass Action and Repent (for the cleansing of themselves) and stand up and challenge and overcome the principalities and powers entrenched roundabout the innercity neighborhoods.” I thought to myself of the denominational differences and the heavy schedules that those people probably have; plus, how can I go to anybody and I’m locked up, suppressed behind steel and bricks. As I had these thoughts, they were dispelled by the light of the spirit telling me this: “You will go to these church leaders through direct mail and don’t worry about the denominational differences and their hectic schedules. There will be a mighty move of revival and spiritual awakening breaking through at that time. They will have a hunger to show forth my glory. My sheep will hear my voice.”

I sought the Lord through much fasting and prayer, and he confirmed this vision in various ways.

I know that now is the time to “rise up.” Now is the time to come together and repent in dust and ashes. Now is the time to walk in the power of the Holy Spirit. God is separating the sheep from the goats.

My name is Adam Price. I am a 25-year old disciple of Jesus Christ. I am here to proclaim the Kingdom of God through repentance in Jesus’ name. I have nothing to gain but heaven. Afterall, “What is a man profited if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul?” (Matthew 16:26.)

Editor’s Note: Adam Price encourages correspondence. If you’d like to write him, do
                        so at this address (please place his number after his name): Adam Price
                        #475-270, LECI  P.O. Box 56, Lebanon, Ohio 45036.