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LAST LOGIN: 07/14/08 @ 6:01:PM
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05/10/08 @ 5:34:PM
03/22/08 @ 2:24:PM






My Wife

Bad manners

At one time, Robert and Alicia Happoldt

represented a part of the motorcycling lifestyle

known as ‘outlaws.’

Often depicted in the media, the outlaw bikers’

aim is fear and control. Robert states, “Before

I became a Christian I feared no one and was

particularly disdainful of those proclaiming

themselves as Christians.”

The Happoldt’s were headed down a one-way street

of destruction, but to talk to them now, one can

only see the light in their eyes as they give

testimony.

Robert and Alicia now ride for Heaven’s Saints.

Founded by former Hell’s Angel

Barry Mayson, the Wiregrass area chapter is

based out of Enterprise.

The Happoldt’s spend much of their time publicly

speaking in prisons and helping those struggling

with drug addiction.

Alicia says, “My main belief is that the only

One who can really keep a person clean is

Jesus.”

Her husband agrees and adds, “Going back to the
prison is a reminder of where I’ve come from.” His near death experience from a car wreck was

instrumental in helping him see the light.

Sitting on his Yamaha 1600, his own patches bear

testimony to his new direction.

The sentiments include:

“Destination heaven, can you handle the

journey?” and “Life is short, pray hard ”
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I am a Revolutionary in the service of God Almighty. My life is not my own; I exist as a free person but have voluntarily become a slave to God. My role on earth is to live as a Revolutionary, committed to love, holiness, and advancing God’s kingdom. My life is not about me and my natural desires; it is all about knowing, loving, and serving God with all my heart, mind, strength, and soul. Therefore, I acknowledge the following: •

# I am a sinner, broken by my disobedience but restored by Jesus Christ in order to participate in good works that please God. I am not perfect; but Jesus Christ makes me righteous in God’s eyes, and the Holy Spirit leads me toward greater holiness. •


# God created me for His purposes. My desire as a Revolutionary is to fulfill those ends, and those ends alone. When I get out of bed each day, I do so for one purpose: to love, obey, and serve God and His people. •


# Every breath I take is a declaration of war against Satan and a commitment to opposing him. •


# God does not need me to fight His fight, but He invites me to allow Him to fight through me. It is my privilege to serve Him in that manner. I anticipate and will gladly endure various hardships as I serve God; for this is the price of participation in winning the spiritual war. •


# I do not need to save the world; Jesus Christ has already done that. I cannot transform the world, but I can allow God to use me to transform some part of it. •


# My commitment to the Revolution of faith is sealed by my complete surrender to God’s ways and His will. I will gratefully do what He asks of me simply because He loves me enough to ask. I gain my security, success, and significance through my surrender to Him. •


# I am not called to attend or join a church. I am called to be the Church. •


# Worship is not an event I attend or a process I observe; it is the lifestyle I lead. •


# I do not give away 10 percent of my resources. I surrender 100 percent. •


# God has given me natural abilities and supernatural abilities, all intended to advance His kingdom. I will deploy those abilities for that purpose. •


# The proof of my status as a Revolutionary is the love I show to God and people. •


# There is strength in relationships; I am bound at a heart and soul level to other Revolutionaries, and I will bless believers whenever I have the chance. •


# To achieve victory in the spiritual war in which we are immersed, there is nothing I must accomplish; I must simply follow Christ with everything I have. •


# There is no greater calling than to know and serve God. •


# The world is desperately seeking meaning and purpose. I will respond to that need with the Good News and meaningful service. •


# Absolute moral and spiritual truth exists, is knowable, and is intended for my life; it is accessible through the Bible. •


# I want nothing more than to hear God say to me, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.”

Thank you, Lord God, for loving me, for saving me, for refining me, for blessing me, and for including me in the work of your kingdom. My life is yours to use as you please. I love you.

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My name is Alicia Happoldt; I am the wife of Robert Happoldt, who used to be a notorious drug dealer known as “Roger Rabbit.”
I hope you will see, through this written word, that God can not only heal and deliver you from your problems, but he can also mend marriages and broken families.
I was molested at the early age of four and two other men would have their way with me before I reached the age of seventeen.
One of these men not only molested me but he introduced me to drugs and alcohol at the young age of thirteen. I did manage to graduate high school but not without being kicked out of school several times for drugs and alcohol abuse. Drugs and alcohol would control my life for the next thirty years.
I eventually found a man who would have me so we got married and had two beautiful daughters. But, because of drugs, Satan wrecked this marriage and I lost it all, even custody of my girls.
Shortly afterwards, I met Roger Rabbit and it wasn’t long till we were married. It was, however, A MARRIAGE MADE IN HELL We only stayed together for two reasons, drugs and making money. Wife abuse was part of Roger Rabbit’s daily agenda for my life and I endured it for twelve years.
I tried to get my husband to go away and leave me alone, but he wouldn’t. And each time I got the courage to leave him, he would find me and drag me back home.
Our relationship was spooky. We even joked that the only way we could ever leave one another for good was if one of us was 6 feet under. But I knew in my heart that that was not a joke and I feared for my life for most of the twelve years.
Just when I thought my life couldn’t get any worse I was wrong, we discovered METH. Satan already controlled us, but with Meth his power over us was inconceivable. Nothing was sacred to us anymore, everything was evil. But at the time we both thought we were having the time of our lives.
But God had a plan “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope.” (Jeremiah 29:11) . He used the 12th Judicial Drug Task Force to set His plan for our lives in motion. They busted both of us for drug trafficking.
However it wasn’t long till we made bail and we were back on the streets living on and making our living from Meth. But that was short-lived and before you know it we had broken bond and were back in the slammer waiting to go to prison for a ten year sentence. We would not be eligible for parole for three years.
God began dealing with me on my very first night in jail, and on March 9, 2002 I woke up and decided that I was through letting the devil control my life. I bowed my head, raised my arms and told the Lord I was done. I told Him I’d had enough of doing it my way and that He could have all that was left of me. I was His, to do with me as He pleased. I have lived for Him ever since
I’ll admit there have been some rough roads, but, Jesus said serving Him would not be easy, but it would be worth it. Prison particularly wasn’t easy but He carried me thru it.
Jesus totally delivered me from drugs and alcohol. He kept me from committing suicide and healed my marriage. I am now closer to my daughters and my parents than I have ever been.
Oh, by the way, God saved my husband, too And now, the marriage that was made in Hell is a marriage made in Heaven
We both ride with Heaven’s Saints Motorcycle Ministry and give our testimonies in jails, churches, and anywhere else we’re asked to.
The Lord has blessed me with everything the devil has stolen and we no longer depend on Satan’s temporal pleasures to see us through each day. We now rely on Jesus for everything. With Jesus, life is wonderful and I can’t imagine living a day without Him in it.
I have forgiven the three men who molested me and God has healed me from the hurt and shame of those experiences.
Yes I’ve been tempted by drugs since I was released from prison, but there is no way I would disappoint my Lord or my family by giving in to them again.
I am thankful for my victories over these temptations because it confirms in my heart that I am totally set free. It also confirms in my heart that my Lord Jesus Christ can and will see me through everything.
I’ve been drug free since 2002 and Christ is now the essence of my being

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They used to call me Roger Rabbit. I was a drug addict and a main player in the meth trade in Coffee County Alabama.
Everything I did, I did for me. No one else mattered. It was my way or the highway. Satan had his hooks in me, and no matter what I wanted; drugs, money, or selfish pleasures, I got. Even hate was part of my world.
My wife and I lived in Hell during these 12 years of lawlessness.
I was above man’s law. I was above God’s law. I feared no one. I was a biker with a big gun and lots of dope. I had the world by the tail. Satan and I were partners, and he was the boss. Jesus wasn’t even a figment of my imagination. He didn’t live in my county and certainly not in my life.
In June of 2000, however, my world came tumbling down. The 12th Judicial Drug Task Force busted me on drug trafficking charges. My leader/partner in crime dumped me like a hot potato and left me holding the bag.
Where was he when they carted me off to jail and set a $50,000 bond on me? Hell I presume because he certainly wasn’t standing beside me.
I had, however, learned a lot from him; tricks of the trade you might say. One of them was how to lie; so before long, I was free again on a small bond, and guess who was waiting outside the jail house? That’s right, my old Buddy, Satan.
And before I knew it, I was doing, making, and selling all the dope I could. Satan and I were partners again. But before long, I was back in jail. No longer any use to Satan, he was gone again.
This time my lies wouldn’t work, and I was sentenced to ten years in the Alabama State Penitentiary.
Before I could be transported to prison, a bunch of preachers came by and laid some heavy Jesus stuff on me about how He could set me free. I wasn’t interested nor did I want anything at all to do with Jesus. But one night an unusual preacher came to my cell and said, “God is tired of knocking on your door and you not answering Him.” These words scared the Hell out of me.
Soon after, I was in a stinking, filthy prison reading my Bible. I got to thinking about all the bad things I had done in my life, all the people I had hurt, and all the families I had destroyed with the drugs I had sold. I knew I was in big trouble with God, and if I went to Hell, Satan would be my tormentor instead of my deliverer.
As I sat in my cell of that stinking, filthy prison, I began to make the acquaintance of a man who wanted to become my Heavenly Father, if I’d let him. He wanted to also become my Deliverer from this sinful life that had brought me and my wife nothing but pain and heartache.
I read in 2 Corinthians 5:17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new. In other words, Jesus was willing to forgive me and give me a fresh new start.
That was the best deal I’d ever heard of, so I took Him up on it. I got down on my knees on the floor of that dirty, stinking prison and asked the Forgiver to become my Deliverer. Instantly, a peace greater than any high I had ever had came over me. For the first time in my life I knew what true freedom really was. For once I was free
I still had 3 years to go on my 10 year sentence, but I needed those years to solidify the relationship I knew I must have with Jesus if I was to make it on the outside.
I was released in October of 2004 and am now riding with Heaven’s Saints Motorcycle Ministry. Our ministry focus is youth and prison ministry.
Every week or so I’m back in the very prison where I spent ten years. This time not as a prisoner but as a minister of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Instead of showing inmates how to sin, I show them how to have life and have it more abundantly.
Jesus has blessed me in so many ways, a wonderful wife of 15 years who stuck it out, great friends, and best of all, a new life. He’ll do the same for you if you’ll let him. His grace, love, and mercy are sufficient to forgive even you no matter what you’ve done in the past.
Nobody calls me Roger Rabbit anymore because the old man Roger Rabbit died the night Jesus came to prison.






Heaven’s sweet,
Hell’s hot,
You’re going to one,
Ready or not

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06/07/08 @12:06:PM
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06/04/08 @ 8:41:AM

One Sunday morning an old biker entered a church just before services were to begin.  Although the old man and his clothes were spotlessly clean, he wore jeans, a denim shirt and boots that were very worn and ragged. In his hand he carried a worn out old leather jacket and an equally worn out bible.


The church he entered was in a very upscale and exclusive part of the city. It was the largest and most beautiful church the old biker had ever seen.  The people of the congregation were all dressed with expensive clothes and accessories. As the biker took a seat, the others moved away from him. No one greeted, spoke to, or welcomed him. They were all appalled at his appearance and did not attempt to hide it.


The preacher gave a long sermon about Hellfire and brimstone and a stern lecture on how much money the church needed to do God's work. As the old biker was leaving the church, the preacher approached him and asked the biker to do him a favor. "Before you come back in here again, have a talk with God and ask him what He thinks would be appropriate attire for worship."


The old biker assured the preacher he would.


The next Sunday, he showed back up for the services wearing the same ragged jeans, shirt, boots, and leather jacket.  Once again he was completely shunned and ignored.  The preacher approached the man and said, "I thought I asked you to speak to God before you came back to our church."


"I did," replied the old biker. "


"If you spoke to God, what did he tell you the proper attire should be for worshiping in here?" asked the preacher.


"Well, sir, God told me that He didn't have a clue what I should wear. He says He's never been here before." 



06/01/08 @ 6:31:PM
 Just wanted to let you know, I am honored that you added me as a friend.


06/01/08 @10:30:AM
 I checked out your M/M website, some awesome testamonies there!



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