Who is David Rosa Jr.?
Drugs, violence and poverty is where my story begins. I dropped out of the seventh grade and spent my days getting as high as I could on weed, liquor, pills and powder. I lied, manipulated, and robbed to support my habits. I burned every bridge I had. I took advantage of my family and I became the cause of much pain and sadness.
Many things contributed to this cycle. The death of my mother at an early age was a big factor. As was being uprooted from the friends and family I loved so dearly back in Brooklyn, New York where I was born. But mostly, I was enslaved to sin and the pleasure in sin. I was self-destructing. My addictions were getting stronger and I was quickly spiraling toward the futures of most at-risk, inner city kids: prison or a coffin.
When I was first asked to go to church, I got high before I went. I sat in the very back of the pew, my fitted hat pulled low, and slept. I woke up for the last 10 minutes of the sermon. The pastor was preaching out of Corinthians Chapter 1.
Brothers and sisters, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth. But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are
That was me, I thought. The lowest of the low. A thug who did disgusting things to strangers and the people closest to me. A criminal. An addict. Yet this pastor proclaimed it was for people like me for whom Christ came. It was the realest thing I’d ever heard. The gospel was for me, I thought. The power of God and Jesus was my wisdom, righteousness, holiness, and redemption. My chains of sin were broken.
For the next 8-12 months God put me through a time of detox and rewiring. I never used another drug. I disconnected from the world and spent my days studying the bible, praying, and being completely immersed in the life of my local church. The family I burned returned to my side.
Today, I’m a husband, father, and full-time minister at Cruciform Church in South Florida. I have the privilege of sharing the hope I found in Christ with incarcerated and high-risk youth, addicts, homeless, criminals, and others who lived the way I once did. By the grace of God, I have been trained by some of the nations top church planting leaders and thinkers and is a part of ENOC (Epiphany network of churches), Acts 29, and the Excel Leadership Network. My philosophy is simple: In order for the gospel to be good, it must be spread on the streets to those who need it most. #PoundtheConcrete is my motto and I preach it to my congregation and anyone who is interested in working alongside me because the word is meant to be spread, not locked up in cathedrals. have
I know better than most the hope that Christ can inspire in a life. I also know that who you are today, does not dictate who you can be tomorrow under his guidance.