They called him the son of Satan.

Not in jest — literally.

Nicky Cruz was born into a home where darkness reigned. His parents were witches in Puerto Rico. They sacrificed animals. Spoke to spirits. Beat him until blood ran. And told him again and again:

“You are the son of Satan.”

By the time he was 15, Nicky had had enough. He ran. To New York City.
To the streets.
To gang life.

There, he found the Mau Maus — one of the most violent gangs in Brooklyn.
They took him in. Trained him. And soon, Nicky became their warlord — feared by everyone, hunted by police, dead inside.

He followed hatred.
And what followed him?

Blood. Guns. Prison.
And a haunting emptiness that no drug or fight could drown.

Until one day… a skinny country preacher walked up to him and said:

“Nicky, Jesus loves you.”

Nicky spat in his face.

“I’ll kill you!” he warned.

But David Wilkerson didn’t stop. He kept coming back. Preaching. Praying.
Loving him.

One night, in a packed church, something snapped. Nicky broke.
He wept. Gave his life to Christ.
He dropped the knife, and picked up a Bible.

And what followed him after that?

Peace. Joy. Purpose.

Nicky Cruz — once a gangster feared by thousands — became a global evangelist, preaching in prisons, war zones, and stadiums across the world.

The boy who followed Satan became a man who followed Christ.
And the world followed his transformation.

What follows you
depends on what you follow.