Chris’ life was plagued with many struggles and hardships.  His father left him and his mother when he was 6 years old, throwing them into poverty and leaving his mother bitter as she resorted to neglect and abuse.

After dropping out of high school with little to no possibility for employment, Chris quickly turned to crime as his way of life.  Desperate for ‘family’, love and attention, he joined the inner city gang for protection.  Unfamiliar with the lifestyle, Chris’ attempts in criminal activity were sloppy and he was continuously seized by the law.  

Homeless, hopeless and on the run, he huddles near a dumpster in the alley off of 5th Avenue for refuge.  Alone, cold and confused, he drifts off to sleep.  He was awakened by a cold chill. He reaches around for some papers to pull over his shivering body but felt nothing but long, flowing grass and the cold soil beneath him.  He forces his eyes open only to be blinded by the sun that spread over a stretched prairie.

Christopher’s fight for his existence no longer included the Coar City gang of 1999, it was the fight to survive life in 1868.

He rejects the lifestyle almost to his death until a pioneer family crossed his path and saves him, more ways than Christopher could ever imagine.

A year later, when small items from the future started crossing Christopher’s path, he knew it was only a matter of time before he was sent back.  After many attempts to get back to the future, he was now struck with fear of the idea.

Here, is where he found God, his purpose, his love and himself.

He didn’t get here by choice, so how could he fight to stay?