The Life of a Sinner - part 1
by Jeremiah Barton


August 2010


Hello to all of you outside these walls of prison. I come to you from North Central Correctional Institution in Marion, Ohio. I’m 26 years old and have been a believer in Jesus, My Lord since I was 15 years of age.

My life has not been a good one, as some would say, and that I don’t believe.

Why? That’s because I see that even with all the negative things I’ve done, I have done way, way more positive things for others, and for the betterment of others by looking at the wrong of my life. I have repented of my negative ways to become a man who needs to live as a person of care, peace, and love. I have become someone who can listen to others, so they can unburden themselves from their pain and anger. But that’s not always been me, and sometimes I find myself falling back.

I started life in the winter of ’83 and was born early. I should have been an early spring baby, but my mother was sick. Her sickness caused her to go into early labor, and I was born in late winter of ’83.

As I grew up, I found myself thinking that I needed to make sure I was seen by my mom. I felt that she didn’t want me because my dad didn’t, and he was never there except for when I was 3, 6, and 10. Since then I have not seen or heard from him.

As I grew from a little boy to a young teen, I caused my mom and siblings much grief. My mom tried so hard to raise us all, while dealing with her own issues. By the time I was 16, I was out of the house and living in a group home for boys. That was a good step for me, for a learned a lot of things. For one, I learned how to be respectful and take responsibility for my actions.

Over time I saw that doing that helped me grow and changed me for the better. I ended up graduating from high school with a career passport, a letter from the superintendent, and a certificate in welding. At that time I fell in love with a beautiful young lady.

I pray that all of you who read this will come in the end to see that life is a blessing and our troubles help us grow. Times are hard and this country is falling apart. Stay strong and help someone in need, and be thankful for what you have. Look not at what you want, but look for what you need.

Be strong.

By Jeremiah Barton, aka Jam’ma Bear ‘83