Being trapped in drug addiction Is a horrible way to live: the lying; the hiding; the destruction to self, your marriage, your children and your future. Several years ago, I lost my 49-year-old cousin to an overdose and I promised myself that I would not stop loving, chasing and attempting to help others. But drug use changes things.
It changes relationship with God and others. It changes financial conditions. It changes the ability to deal with life in terms of reality. Drug addiction stops personal growth and causes regression. It is idolatry at its finest.
Don’t get me wrong. I am not judging drug addicts as having the worst sin because each of us have our issues. But it affects so many areas of life that the personal cost, the family cost and the societal cost is so great; all the while, the person can sometimes live in denial of their very own problem. It is called a “disease” and I guess that is how our world tries to understand, define and cope with it.
The problem with that, in my mind, is that so much personal choice and responsibility are involved. Truly “disease” is a better term than mental illness, but when we make a continual choice to abuse, regardless of the number of rehabs we have gone through or programs at huge expense to so many, then I feel the need to ask the question that Jesus asked, “Do you want to be well?”
The real disease is often directly connected to selfishness. You have effectively made yourself more important than anyone else in your life. If that sounds harsh, please let me explain. We are not our own; we were bought with a price. I Corinthians 13 reminds us that love does not seek its own. When we live in self-centeredness, forgetting who we really are, who we were made to be, why we were created in the image of God, we forget whose image we are truly to live in. When we are consumed with our own selfish desires, we will never love others in the way we were created to and, hear me, that includes loving ourselves.
Maybe mentally these persons feel as though they have no choice. I have never been there. But in the lives of those whom I have cared about, I have watched them throw away those who love them, those who employ them and those who truly care about them. No one is beyond hope, the love of Jesus or life change, but don’t we have to want it, desire it, be passionate for it? Don’t we need to want to be well? Don’t we need to stop choosing and chasing this “disease” that is killing us?
If I am not writing these things in love, then I have no voice; it’s only religious judgment. But if I speak from love, concern and God’s heart, then hear me. No matter our sin, our history, our personal pain or our idolatry, there is an answer, always an answer which gives freedom. It is the cross, the Man who carried your sorrow, your grief, your pain and your addiction. He is the only One who can identify and redeem. Be assured of His love and the hope always found in Him. Come home to Him, please, before it’s too late.

For some, they’ve come to the conclusion that this is normality – a sort of growing old together with acceptable life changes. But those are excuses for what they have allowed into their relationship. They are excuses for abnormal behavior leaking into their hearts and minds causing a separation. They tolerate something they would have never tolerated early in their marriage and the long-term result has been social distance within their relationship.
Financial debt can feel so impossible, so overwhelming at times. Over 80% of Americans are in debt and the personal average debt figure (excluding mortgages) is $38,000.00. Experian’s 2019 figure for Americans’ debt with mortgages is over $90K. When our income is not much more than our outgoing, it becomes even more challenging. Below is what we did to arrive at a debt-free position.
My father has been in assisted living for seven years. For almost six of those years he was very unhappy to be there and voiced his complaints vehemently to me during almost every visit. More recently we were unable to see him from March to August due to COVID restrictions. We called, but it’s not the same and a 97-year-old blind man whose day-to-day life does not change struggles to have conversation on the phone. But finally, in August we were able to have an outdoor, “socially distanced” visit with him.
On occasion, when speaking or training and then having the opportunity to sell or give away some of the books that I have authored, I am requested to sign the book for the purchaser. I have always found that request to be a bit unnerving.
If you or I grow up in an unsafe environment, an environment of insecurity, abuse, neglect or simply without parental protection we too can deal with similar emotions of fear. We all need a safe environment and we all need protection. We need the protection of laws to maintain society. We need the protection of natural parents and spiritual parents. We need the protection of our spouse. Each of us require multiple areas of needed protection.


I called him and we arranged a time to meet. This young man loved rocks more than me. He had dump truck loads spread over acres of ground. He had gray, brown, red, tan, black and even white rocks. I never saw so many rocks in one location. And when he heard of my love for these precious stones he couldn’t stop talking about them and then showing me his many, many accumulations. He knew the origination of each pile of rocks collected and he was excited about sharing a rock commonality. He even wanted to give me the few rocks I needed.