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| TheGloryisHere | Aug 8 2006, 08:32 AM |
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Servant-Scribe of Lord Jesus
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How God Changed My Life As you might have heard me say in some of my sermons, I was a rock musician in the late sixties and early seventies with a serious addiction to alcohol and drugs. I drank a bottle of whiskey every day - not for fun but just to start my day out. I'd do so many drugs that I'd break out in purple splotches all over my chest. I took many trips without leaving my hotel room. One night I was flipping through the channels on TV before a gig, and I landed on a Billy Graham crusade. It was being televised in a stadium. My wife, Cathy, who had been saved a year and a half earlier, wanted to watch it. "I don't want to watch that garbage!" I said when she told me to leave it on. She didn't miss a beat. She said, "Why not? He pulls in more people than you do." Ouch. It was true, and I knew it. I didn't care, so I left it on just to kill some time before leaving for my show. I won't go through all the emotions I felt that night, but I will say this - God touched my heart through that program. As an angry alcoholic and drug addict I was hanging on to some pretty heavy baggage. And by the time Billy Graham gave an altar call, I couldn't hold on to the bags anymore. God was working on me. Of course, I didn't want my wife to see my being affected by the program, so I did the only macho thing I could think of. I went to the bathroom. And it was there, in a hotel bathroom in Boston, Massachusetts, that I gave my life over to God. You could say that I met Jesus right at the throne! I don't remember my exact words, but I know I said something like, "If there is a God, come into my life and change me." I wasn't playing around; I was sincere. My voice might have been a whisper, but my heart was crying out for something real. Suddenly something broke in my heart, and I began to cry - which I never, ever, and I mean ever, did. I was a "man." I'd been taught all my life that men just don't cry. Crying was for wimps and sissies. But when Jesus came in and touched my heart that night, I couldn't stop myself from crying out. The tears just started to fall down my face. Do you know what happened to me? Jesus came into my heart that night. The One who created the universe came down and changed me! He touched my heart, and suddenly something changed in me. I went from being a drug-filled angry sinner to a clean, joyful, righteous man in one night - actually, in a couple of minutes! I didn't know it right then, but He supernaturally delivered me from drug and alcohol addiction that night. I never went on another drug trip. I never got drunk as a skunk again. And that was a big deal because I'd been boozing it up for years. I put vodka in my cereal. Vodka and corn flakes - it was a good combo for me. But suddenly, I didn't want it. |
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