Two things a person could blog about that are not popular, because both represent pain are: Recovery from addiction to drugs and/or alcohol, and spiritual growth. In American society, addictions have no boundaries. No longer is the addict found in the slums or ghettos of our fair cities. This pestilence reaches from the dark downtown alleys of the highly populated metropolis to the small and distant communities of the Amish. There are few people within our coasts that drugs have not affected in one way or another. There are mothers and fathers that have stood at the gravesite of many a youth, whose lives were snuffed out by this epidemic. Alcoholism has even a longer history of wreaking havoc, and robbing humanity of people, many innocently dying on our highways, as the party animal thought, I only have two miles to drive, I can do that blindfolded.
Being a recovering alcoholic myself, it is only by God’s grace that I’m sitting here, typing away about these evils of our society. I’m certain that my purpose in blogging is not to condescend to the addict or alcoholic still in the throes of their living death, and act as a judge pronouncing a verdict of eternal doom, for those who drink and drug. Not at all. Some people tend to see the direction their lives are heading and make necessary changes to avoid consequences of addictions. People actually do quit without ever suffering trouble, or having to spend the rest of their life in recovery groups like NA or AA. Good for them. The rest of us, however, get to humble ourselves and admit we are beaten. For some of us, abuse caused us to break out…in handcuffs. Others had the privilege of losing everything, more than once. Still many saw the danger ahead, and though they could not quit on their own, they found help in those life-altering programs of AA and NA.
Of all of the millions of American homes plagued by drink and dope…legal or illegal, my post being about healing and real living, these both represent death and pain, and my readership is extremely limited. There is humor, and there is drama, along with some adventure, when you blog on living clean and sober, but the topic itself, causes many to stop reading after a couple of sentences. Another perk of addictions, and enablement is denial, which those who read no further may suffer from.
Now as an added bonus, my other purpose in blogging is for growing up spiritually. For those leaving at that statement, I’ll leave a light on for you, keep your seat warm, etc. For those who want to know a little more, here goes. My personal experience with God, prior to years of alcoholism, was one of disbelief. I believed in God alright, but from a distance. I was one of those who honored God with my lips, but my heart was miles away, spiritually speaking. I was one who looked down from my perch at druggies and drunks wondering, how do they live like that? Well, I found out. I soon was out-doing the best of drinkers, what a hypocrite. (yes, I’m still one)
After nearly two decades of debauchery, I came to myself. After much petitioning God for help, help arrived when I made an appearance at an AA meeting, and saw all of those poor people waiting for me to come and help them. Right. What an ego! Actually, I did find hope, and help for my low estate. And by the way, for all of you wondering why God made me continue to ask Him for help, it wasn’t that He was busy and finally got around to helping me. No, He was ready the moment I asked, I wasn’t. I had my spiritual calculator out, counting the cost…who will be my friend if I quit boozin’, what will I do on the holidays, or counting up how bad I would miss the buzz. The actual cost turned out to be pennies, compared to the riches of grace shown to me in sobriety. I won that pool, but not without effort.
Okay, there it is, the reason or purpose of my posts. Some will read and be helped, others won’t give this page a second thought for now, still paying the high cost of low living. Others jump off the page at the mention of God, and whatever you write, DO NOT SAY JESUS! Otherwise, the few showing interest will skeedaddle. Farewell. I must tell, who I can tell, the Reason I write. Spiritual matters are not accepted by unspiritual people. Don’t misunderstand me, everyone, even Richard Dawkins has a spiritual side. People digging for spiritual buried treasure are never disappointed, in time. Be well. Keith