Too Quiet
How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching?
Romans 10:14
I’d usually prefer to sit back and relax after any sort of strenuous exertion or difficult time.
This is the natural rhythm of things.
But I’ve got to be careful of this in real life. Being in the unique position of having been afflicted with addiction and yet now set free, I don’t have the option to simply sit on the sidelines forever.
Sure, we rest and regroup. We allow time to heal and rebuild and meditate on God’s will for us and all that.
But I have to put these principles, these newfound (and rediscovered) truths into practice. My story is not only my own. It’s a tool for the kingdom.
So, we sit back for a moment. But when we start to get comfortable, we know it’s been too long.
Sharing our venture through addiction and back to life is the ongoing work set before us.
Who gets sober on textbooks and slide shows alone? If not for us who have been through the wringer and lived to tell of a way out, what hope will be left for those yet to seek help?
Let’s not damn them to a sterile textbook doctrine of sobriety, but rather let us continue to seek out the willing, to tell our own stories, to encourage one another and build each other up.
In conversation is hope. In community is healing. In God is rest.
God, go before me; show me where to walk, how to speak and who to help.