I am angry.
I hate drugs.
We lost a man.
Tim was one of our residents. Nine months into the program, three to go. He had come so far. He was on an approved pass taking care of some family business. He made a bad decision in a moment of weakness. He is now dead.
He overdosed. Heroin.
He leaves behind a beautiful wife and two little boys. They will never eat another meal around the kitchen table together. They will never share another birthday party together. They will never play ball in the park together. No more family vacations, no more trips to the store, no more walks along the beach. Not ever. Not here.
I’m so mad I could swear. I did.
Drugs steal. Drugs destroy. Drugs kill.
A person thinks he is in control only to find out too late he is caught in an unforgiving web out of which he cannot escape. It is devilish.
These are normal people getting hooked. They could be your sons. Daughters. Aunts. Cousins. Brothers. Nephews. Friends. Coworkers. Neighbors.
Drugs are not a respecter of persons. Age, race, intelligence, family history, socioeconomic background . . . mean nothing. A person doesn’t have to come from the opposite side of the “tracks” to end up an addict.
It’s not only a city problem. It’s in rural America. It’s all over.
That’s why we need your help. We have the answer—the only Answer. Jesus.
We need staff. We need prayer. We need money.
I am not ashamed of the gospel—it works (see Romans 1:16)!
I am also not ashamed to beg.
Too many people are dying. Too many families are suffering. Too many communities are being ravaged.
You may ask: What can I do?
In 1792, the Baptist Missionary Society was formed in the home of Andrew Fuller. For the next twenty-one years, Fuller served as the leader of this organization—raising funds, writing periodicals, recruiting missionaries, sending personal letters to those on the frontlines.
He made good on a promise he made to the great missionary William Carey who, upon his first trip to the unknown world of India, looked at the small band of brothers around him and said, “I will go down, if you will hold the rope.”
Andrew Fuller subsequently held the rope while Carey went down. He himself persevered amidst severe personal affliction and overwhelming responsibilities, allowing Carey to stay the course in India. Why? Like Carey, Fuller longed for unreached peoples to hear the gospel and experience the love of God.
Help us. We will go down. We need you to hold the ropes.
“For I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God that
brings salvation to everyone who believes…” (Romans 1:16)
It saddens me deeply we lost our brother Tim to his addiction of heroine. Drug dependency is such an ugly thing and I know why, because he comes to steal, kill and destroy. But I am a believer of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, who loves us so much. We are not along for His word is here to guide us!!! I give time, money and my godly wisdom to support/help others and it is not enough.There is so much more to be done, so in my prayers I often include a request for God to bless me financially that I may be able to help even more to those in need. I ask my father this because He is able to do that and so much more. Please call upon me to volunteer, even to clean toilets. For I am not ashame of the Gospel. May the hearts of the family of our brother Tim be consoled by The Love Of Our Lord Who Loves Tim More Than Us.
R.I.P cousin Tim and burn in hell heroin! What is humbling and difficult sometimes to accept is the fact that the heroin farmers, traffickers and dealers are in need of a savior too. All men are sinners and need Jesus…Addiction is the work of satan. When we get clean he’s out there waiting to ambush us in our weakness and trick us into falling back into old ways of thinking. We need to totally surrender to God and never pick up-no matter what! James 4:7 – “Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil and he will flee from you”. I’m so sorry for Tim’s family left behind. God bless the St. Peters…”blessed are they that mourn for they shall be comforted” Matthew 5:4