I grew up in the Episcopal faith. Starting losing my faith when bad things kept happening and no one could explain why. I would get the pat answer, "It's God's will." Being the "fat kid" especially one with a Quasimodo hump furthered my loss of faith.
I lost all faith around 18 when long buried memories returned to haunt me and I couldn't return them to their grave. Two packs of cigarettes a day was cutting back for me. I got into alcohol (Jack, Johnny and Jose were my best friends.) I sobered up after losing my drinking buddy and then managed to fall to the evils of meth. Cleaned up from that after having flashbacks as to how screwed up my life was on alcohol. Still I ostracized myself from God.
I've struggled with loneliness and depression pretty much all my life without ever truly knowing why. I would have Bi-polar outbursts every-so-often but could ALWAYS handle them by myself. Letting God help me, let alone give him my problems, was about as likely to happen as ten feet of snow piling up in the middle of an erupting volcano.
Two failed marriages later, one to an abusing wife who would use my memories against and to control me, God finally gave me a woman that I truly felt compatible with. Life was great. We had so much in common both good and bad. Then our old demons started to rain hell fire and brimstone on our parade. We started feeding off each other's bad side and tearing one another apart.
One night during a manic outburst in the middle of an argument she got up out of bed to go to the spare bedroom and I perceived it as a physical attack on me and grabbed her to push her on the bed. I immediately felt disgusted with myself. I knew I was completely OUT OF CONTROL.
I spent the next day in a darkness I had never known before. I was struggling to breathe. What I thought was just talking to myself, I was begging for guidance. The following day I attempted to go to work. Never once did I think that God was going to answer my prayers.
I work about 25 miles from home in a highly secure building. As I pulled up to the front door, I realized i had forgotten my badges. I had no choice to turn around and go home for them. I was listening to AIR1 for some sign of hope. Ashes Remain's "On My Own" came on. It hit me so hard that I started balling. Many a song has moved me to a tear but never completely moved me to tears. This song was ABOUT ME!
I almost didn't make it home since I couldn't see through the tears. I spent the afternoon on my couch listening to AIR1, crying nonstop and praying for additional guidance. My partner, although she didn’t actively attend church, always professed a belief in Jesus. She keeps a statuette of Jesus looking down at two kids seated on either side of his lap. I believe that statue looked up and Jesus was crying with me through the whole day.
My prayers were answered when a voice in my head told me to contact a co-worker who is an ordained Baptist minister. The only way I had to get a hold of him was through our work email which is notorious for rejecting outside emails without notifying the sender they were rejected.
My prayers were once again answered when my co-worker called me and agreed to meet with me that night to counsel me. While I was waiting for the appointed time, I started writing. I created a two page letter to the creators of my memories denouncing the control they had over me.
That evening I asked Jesus to once again come into my heart and walk with me. The next day the healing continued. I was on my way home from work when once again “On My Own” came on. I started to cry again. This time they were more happy tears then sad ones. Two songs later I was balling again. “Dear X: You Don’t Own Me” from Disciple came on. This was my first time hearing of Disciple let alone any of their songs. I may never know how God impressed upon them the words to this song, but it enabled me to let go of all the hurt, the anger, the shame, all the negativity that I had harbored all my life. Through the lyrics to that song God spoke to me that all I had experienced wasn’t my fault and I didn’t have to live with that pain any longer. Now thanks to Youtube, I can go back and listen to other Disciple songs. I am truly digging this band.
Music has ALWAYS played a HUGE part in my life. For the most part it was my ONLY companion. It didn’t matter the genre; music always spoke to me. I love Rock and Roll and had gotten into the dark side of Rock. On March 27, 2012, God used that passion and love of rock music to reunite me with him and his Son. It’s only been about a month and there is still much work to be done when it comes to remaking me but the miracles God is doing in my life and the way I feel these days I can only describe as WOW!!!!!
I’m back in church for the Lord has led me to a house of worship where the pastor knows how to speak to me and makes me feel as though she is preaching to me only. God is also leading me already to take on some small responsibilities within the church and has blessed myself and my partner with rewards.
I’ve come to the realization that I CAN’T control my emotions by myself. I’m learning to give it all to God and HE is providing. I’ve never been happier spiritually and I know now that all I have to do is offer my issue to God in prayer and he will deal with it for me. PRAISE BE TO GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
