- Drugs
- Faith
There was a time when I was truly lost to addiction. I traveled the world, had three divorces and was sinking at the speed of light toward a very dark ending. My life involved sex, drugs and rock n’ roll as I played and sang the very words that were so true: “I’m on the highway to Hell.”
My Father opened my eyes to see Him dying on the cross, in my place and for my transgressions. He was willing because He loved even a lost soul like me. He suffered, bled and died alone, taking the burden of my sins upon Himself. I was freed from bondage.
“But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed.”
I take no credit in recovery, and there have been many falls on my journey up. His grace empowered a change in my life and placed a love for others in my heart.
Salvation is free to all who simply accept the gift.
Four years ago I survived the repair and replacement of my nearly closed, calcified aortic valve and an ascending aortic aneurysm. Just taking my next breath is acknowledgment of how blessed I am to be able to share my story with others.
I am now 62 years old. “Compassion” is the word I started my new journey with, and prayerfully, compassion is the word my earthly journey will close with.
Others, Lord, yes others,
Let this my motto be,
Help me to live for others,
That I may live like Thee