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The boss says, “I will give you twenty thousand dollars. To come here and tell me you lost my load, you must have big balls. Get a cell phone. You are going to sell a ton of marijuana, and don’t steal it.”

After bribing U.S. Customs, he moves the ton across the bridge into El Paso in two vans. Then he drives to Miami, and in three weeks, he is back with all the money. After that, he moves five tons a month.

“The game,” he admits, “became my life. But I became bored and wanted to retire.”

The boss told him he must move one more load.

He said no.

The federal police tortured him for four days and broke some ribs in the process. But finally, they let him go. He was shaking, he says.

“I had been collecting millions in Miami,” he continues, “It was an ugly life. You had money but no peace. You love no one. You serve the devil. You don’t care about your wife or son. One day I said to the Lord, if you exist, rescue me. But I got no answer.”

He starts a real business: He provides security to factories in a city of violence. He makes money hand over fist.

Then, he gets a special job: guarding the brains behind the Juárez cartel, the business genius who disposes of all those billions in investments. The man is a cocaine addict and keeps two kilos of coke on hand for his appetite. His nose constantly bleeds. Part of the guard’s job is to clean up the business guy so that he can do fine deals for the cartel.

And he does that and they become friends.

Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench

all the fiery darts of the wicked.

And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is

the word of God:

Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching

thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints.

(Ephesians 6: 16-18)

The business genius becomes a born-again Christian, but his bodyguard does not. One day, he goes for his pay and the guy says he can’t pay him, but not to worry, the Lord will.

He becomes furious and is going to beat the business mind when suddenly the guy breaks out in laughter. The bodyguard is confused, he slams the door as he leaves.

That night, he cannot sleep, the laughter of the businessman rings in his mind, as do his words about getting his money from God. Then he finally drifts off, and the Lord comes to him in a dream. He is at a party, and everything and everyone is white. It is very pleasant, there is a lot of laughter, but he is depressed. He feels a hand on his shoulder and turns around, and there is a very large man, but he cannot make out his face. The man takes his hand and they fly through the window and into the sky between the stars. Eventually, they alight on a mountain and sit down. The bodyguard looks like a baby, sitting beside his father.

God tells him people are slaves to consumption. God tells him preachers promise the people wealth and this leads them down a false path. The man is stunned because he has given at least three business speeches in Washington, D.C., to corporate people on how commerce can be done safely in Juárez. God takes him to a fancy hotel, and there is just such a meeting of businessmen going on and he looks up and realizes that he is the speaker.

That, he tells me, is how he came to Christ. Now he sells security in a dangerous world full of demons. He left the cartel and began working with the police since he knew everything they did not know. He cannot be harmed, he tells me, because God protects him.

His only weapon now is the Bible.

And for me, that utterance may be given unto me, that I may open my

mouth boldly, to make known the mystery of the gospel,

For which I am an ambassador in bonds: that therein I may speak

boldly, as I ought to speak.

(Ephesians 6: 19-20)

Now, he leans forward, I must understand that the slaughter in Juárez is necessary. His work with the cartel planted the seeds of violence and corruption, and this is the harvest. All the sicarios must die. People must return to