Joey always wanted more. There was always a reflection of a different man in the mirror than what he wanted to be. There was a battle going on.
As a young boy living in Easton, 'growing up quick', he says, he knew there was something spiritual going on in his life. God was calling.
The first time Joey accepted Christ he was eight. Like many children, an adult asked if he wanted to accept Jesus and he did. But the roots of that acceptance were not watered and as Joey grew, he stayed in the church, but was not discipled.
In Southern California, where his family moved, he met his future wife at a church youth group. Upon returning to Fresno, he lived on the tough streets of the west side and his lack of spiritual foundation gave way to the lure of the gangs.