How drugs almost destroyed me —From Rob, Calgary.
I was fourteen (14) and thought I had arrived. I got involved as a teenager with a clique of friends that experimented with drugs. We would gather for leisure, smoke pot, and do hard drugs like LSD (Lysergic acid diethylamide) or MDA (3,4-Methylenedioxyamphetamine). Our weekends were smeared with wild parties that streamed drinks, drugs, and loud music. This was the beginning of my doom.
In my youthful exuberance, one night, I decided to take things to a higher level. I filled two needles with MDA and shot them at the same time. Ah! I felt high and empowered. Getting high became my life to the point where my friends would struggle with me to take the drugs from me.
I went too far…
I won’t forget one sordid night. After a dramatic drug experience, I woke up to my friends lamenting that I’d scared them. They implored that I’d gone too far and questioned what was wrong with me. As I walked home that morning, I recounted my foolishness and began to seriously consider what I was doing. I quaked at the thought that I could have died. How could I be so stupid?
I didn’t let you die…
It was right there in that poignant moment that something extraordinary happened. I heard a voice. A startling voice said, “Yes, you could have died, but I didn’t let you because I have a purpose for your life.” I was sure someone sneaked up behind me and whispered this; because I heard it so clearly. However, when I turned around, I was all by myself. This scared me all the more. This experience was the bang of my life and it eventually snowballed into my deliverance.
Meanwhile, back at home, my family was not staunch Christians. We occasionally attended a United Church just a few blocks from our home. The time came when my family decided to move from the city of Edmonton to Calgary (Canada) to pursue a business venture. They, however, left me behind in Edmonton.
Start all over again…
Just after about a year, my parents moved, and my family was struck by a severe tragedy. My youngest brother was accidentally killed. That was for sure, the lowest point of my life. The pain so shredded my heart. My brother’s death was an opportunity for me to leave Edmonton, a chance to leave the negative influences in Edmonton and start all over again. But if only it were that easy.
I eventually joined my parents in Calgary and soon became friends with a boy whose parents were friends of my parents. He and his parents were Christians, and something striking about him drew me to him.
As a direct result of my brother’s death, we started attending a church nearby, seeking comfort. This time, too, became a season of deep soul-searching and desperately exploring other faiths. During this time, I read both the Bible and the book of Mormon. I finally rejected the book of Mormon but continued to read the Bible occasionally.
The decision that changed everything…
One remarkable day, someone invited me to hear a young evangelist speak at a church we attended occasionally. It was there that I heard the gospel clearly spoken. And there and then, I decided to ask Jesus Christ to forgive me and come into my life. I made Him the lord of my life on that memorable day. It was a strange feeling. A mixture of peace, weird feeling, and a hint of confusion as people hugged me.
A life of purpose…
Furthermore, the young evangelist emphasized that I needed to read the Bible and attend church regularly so that I could grow. Without a doubt, the path I chose that day paved the way that has brought me true contentment, genuine friendships, uncountable joy, and unspeakable strength in the face of challenges.
Many years later, I am working in my purpose. I have a lovely wife and children. I am strong and helping many other young people know that God has a purpose for their lives.
Thank you Jesus. Thank you Lord!
Reasons to Quit the Drugs and Alcoholism
The flashbacks I experienced when I overdosed on LSD were magnified when I smoked dope, and they terrified me.
Often I was awakened in the night with my heart beating furiously, and I would hear noises in my mind. It sounds like a massive wind-up machine that would release once it reached optimum strength.
Hereafter, I would see hallucinations as if I were stoned on LSD again. I was afraid the horrible feelings would never go away.Click To Tweet
When I started doing drugs, it was for fun; but apparently, there were risks that far outweighed the rewards.
Why Christians Need to Pray for Unbelievers
Looking back now, I wondered if anyone was praying for me to come to the Lord. The only one I could think of was maybe my grandmother. (My father’s mom). Although she never told me, and we never discussed spiritual matters, she was perhaps the only one I knew who attended church.
Paraphrasing 2 Corinthians 5: 14-15, We who have received the light of the gospel of Jesus Christ have a grave responsibility to no longer live for ourselves. But instead to be compelled by God’s love to witness, care for and pray for those around us who may be making bad choices.
The fervent effectual prayer of a righteous man makes tremendous power available (James 5:16)
My Advice to Anyone Contemplating Drugs
Drugs seem fun initially, but they momentarily become hazardous. Due to my foolishness, I became infected with hepatitis C. It wasn’t until years later that I discovered this. At the time there was no cure; it was only last year that I received a costly treatment. Thank God! My liver was getting to a dangerous place, it could have killed me.
Motivated by My Past
Once I became a Christian, I was stirred to be a good influence on other young people and hopefully, help to prevent some of my mistakes reoccur in their lives. I joined an organization called Youth for Christ; they had a big reputation for reaching young people. My friend and I enlisted the same day; we saw many delightful testimonies there.
My friend and I rented a large house and would often invite troubled teens to live with us. It was a tough time, yet exciting and fulfilling. We managed to get the youths involved in a program through Youth for Christ called Worth Unlimited where they worked and learned some life and social skills. One of these young people was a young man named Pat Nixon who became the founder of The Mustard Seed a wonderful organization that ministers to many of our down and trodden out people of society, praise God!
God has done a fantastic work of transformation in my life; I can only thank him and give my life to Him as an expression of gratitude. He set me free from sin, and much more. God has a beautiful plan for each of our lives, His plan goes way beyond our understanding and even beyond our wildest imaginations.
I have been a Christian now for over 40 years now. He has blessed me with a beautiful wife, five great kids and soon to be five grandchildren. He has given me hope and a reason to live.
Drugs brought death and destruction, but Jesus brought life, peace and wholeness. (John 10:10)
—Story from Rob, Calgary
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