The Beast

In our beautiful town there lives a beast. He is hidden, swept under the rug, shunned and ignored when possible in the light but he thrives in the dark places. He has talons that sink deep into the skin, silently ripping it away along with hopes and dreams. It destroys futures most of the time and relationships and can kill the soul. It breeds lonliness, sadness, and sickness.

At first he looks wonderful. He is invited to parties and people think he is the life of the party. But slowly and surely with some, the talons sink in so slowly, the person doesn't even know it is happening at the time.  He is subtle, like the frog who is put in a pot of water and the heat turns up. He doesn't realize to jump out until it's too late. And so it is with ones who let the beast into their lives. It's so subtle, they don't realize to jump out until it's too late.

You ask, "Does this beast have a name." Yes, his name is alcoholism and I hate him.

 

 

Hate is a strong word and I rarely use it, but for this beast, he is worthy to be called by this word. There is no good quality in him. He has taken someone I cared about very much. My only condolense is that this loved one had received the Lord into His heart months before but there wasn't enough time left to fight hard. He's in a better place now where he thirsts no more.

The beast has destroyed the lives of others I have come to care about. These dear ones have been robbed of futures, homes, and families. They walk, stumble through the town, through their lives with glassy stares and yet through those glassy eyes, I still can see a sweet soul that's still down inside. It comes across through their smile, through the telling of their story, a glimmer that shines through as they remember a good time from long ago.

When you meet or hear of an alcoholic, please don't be angry at the person. Show compassion and love towards this one with the love of Christ and offer them hope.

There is help to get rid of this beast and some have been able to kick him out the door for good. Some kick him out the door, but then let him back in.  And others just do not have the strength to kick at all.

But there is always Hope and that is in Jesus Christ. He is being spread throughout this darkness and these dear ones need our help. And you can do it from right there in front of your screen, in your armchair, in your car and in your bed.  Pray. . .Pray. . .Pray for our fellow neighbors. There is no monetary cost, it only takes a few minutes a day and you don't have to exercise anything but maybe just a little discipline, a little memory so as not to forget. I am mad at this beast and I'm roaring in the name of Jesus!

What do you say?  Will you join me in slaying down this beast in the name our Lord, Jesus Christ?

It doesn't matter how you pray. . .you can roar, you can cry out on your knees. . .

 

raise your hands to Him

Humbly bow

How wonderful it would be see to see these dear ones be freed from the chains that put them in bondage. How wonderful to see them exchange, for good, the chains of bondage from drink of the bottle to the freedom drink of communion.



How wonderful it would be to see one, two, hundreds freed from the beast. I for one am ready to watch this happen.

Praying, waiting, and believing~