What could possibly go wrong? BEFORE going to a Bible conference to reconcile with God, Albert Berkley wanted to score just one more poker haul at the casino.

On the way to the casino, he crashed and seriously injured himself and his wife.

“God broke me physically to restore me spiritually,” he says.

As he was helicoptered to the hospital, he pleaded with God: If you heal me, I’ll serve you forever.

Today, Albert is a pastor evangelist based near San Antonio, Texas.

Growing up in Edinburg Texas, Albert Berkley fell off the cliff of life into the abyss of sin after his dad contracted Ankylosing Spondylitis, a crippling arthritic condition that turns patients into hunchbacks.

As the paralyzing disease progressed, he grew angry and abusive, lashing out physically and emotionally against Albert.

“The sicker he got, the more I ran away from God,” Albert says. Starting with smoking, he fell into alcohol and drugs in high school. By 19, he smoked crack cocaine. He rationalized his spiral: “God, if you’re real, how come my dad got sick?”

He lived with friends and burned bridges.

He was harvesting watermelons in the farms of New Mexico when he got run over by a car and relegated to the packing sheds. Once while working in a packing shed in Texas, he ran out of drugs in his on-site trailer and stole two of the company’s generators to sell to his dealer.

The next morning, a cop… read the rest: Trip to casino cut short by car wreck