You pass them on the streets, usually in bigger cities. The homeless, drug addicts, alcoholics who have lost themselves to something that probably started out as a harmless experiment, or maybe an injury, or maybe constant emotional pain that just needed to be numb. We frequently feel so bad for “them”, we can’t understand how it got so bad that their lives would end up so lonely, so in bondage. Then we go home and kiss our kids goodnight, hold them tight, and say prayers with them. So that, my dear reader, would be the typical way we would see addicts. Let me share with you another story.
There was this little boy who had become so ill, was immune deficient, and was hospitalized so much before the age of three: surgeries, procedures under general anesthesia, hospital stays due to illness. This little boy was always treated just like his older sister, never made to feel sickly, but you couldn’t deny he was. The friend that came and made a croup tent in his room so he could stay out of the hospital, the breathing treatments every four hours for months and months, fifteen medications being taken every day. Yet, the boy always had a smile on his face. This little boy was going in for his third surgery, as he took the nurses hand and started walking, he stopped at the door, turned to look at his mom and said so confidently with the biggest smile, “ Mommy, don’t worry. Jesus is with me.” His mommy smiled and thought, “Oh my gosh, how precious.” A few hours went by and the parents who were sitting in the waiting room suddenly heard over the PA, “Code Pink to Day Surgery” The mom looked around and said, “Oh, how awful somebody’s little one has died.” It was at that very moment she realized there were only two people in that room and they immediately started to pray. The doctor came in to explain how the little boy had gone into respiratory arrest, but that he was doing well now and that they could see him.
Fast forward twenty years. The little boy now almost stood 6’5, he excelled in school without working too hard at it, handsome, funny, and an athlete. He played Club Soccer, and soccer in high school, and in college as well. He left college with one semester left to pursue a soccer career and began playing semi-pro soccer. He was doing such a great job. The young man made fewer trips home and when he was home he was distant. He decided to quit soccer due to so many injuries, already four surgeries and a back issue, so he moved back to his hometown. Over the next ten years his life began to spiral out of control, married and divorced twice, fired from his job, his behavior began to change. When he would come to visit, money would go missing from his mom’s purse. There was so much distrust. Then it was evident that this young man who had grown up very loved, and succeeded at so much had a problem with drugs. It came to a point where the young man was no longer welcome in his parent’s house because he had dropped drugs on the floor. There were grandchildren to be concerned about, what if they had eaten it, what if, what if….
The mom had been praying for over a decade for her child and then one day asked God how much longer would he be held captive to drugs. God told her that he would struggle just a little longer, but that he would be free before the end of the year.
“The God of peace will soon crush Satan under your feet. The grace of our Lord Jesus be with you.” Romans 16:20
God began orchestrating the journey of shutting down the enemy’s plans for this young man. Tattooed across his chest is Philippians 4:13, that is his life verse. What a testimony he has, what an amazing ministry that is being designed by the Lord’s hand. Drug addiction is no respecter of financial standing, race, male, female, rich, or poor, educated, uneducated.
So the story isn’t over, it’s just beginning, but I want you to know what’s going on with this young man. He was clean before the end of that year. He is a husband. He is a new father. He is my son, and he most definitely can do ALL things through Christ who gives him strength.
Believing in His Promises Always,