| From The Prodigal Son To The Preacher Man Contributor(s): Carpenter, The Village (Author), Emerson, Charles Lee (Editor), Chapman, Luke L. (Author) |
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ISBN: 1480195367 ISBN-13: 9781480195363 Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform OUR PRICE: $8.50 Product Type: Paperback Published: October 2012 |
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| BISAC Categories: - Religion | Christian Ministry - Evangelism |
| Physical Information: 0.19" H x 5" W x 7.99" (0.21 lbs) 78 pages |
| Themes: - Religious Orientation - Christian |
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| Publisher Description: At this time, now I'm remarried my wife and I are both cocaine addicts. My wife smoked weed? I sold weed and cocaine to supply our habits. My wife left me one day. I was arrested the same day and put in jail. In jail, I bowed my knees on the floor in my cell. I was the only one there that day. I called upon Jesus and was saved and sent to North Central Correctional Institution. I never thought anyone cared. But I was so wrong. As I grew up, my aunt would always tell me, what a good kid, Luke is and I heard this statement and I loved, my aunt Evelyn, for every time, she gave me a place to sleep and allowing for me to live with her, when life through me, a curve, because of being put on my own, at a very early age. My aunt and I used, to talk about God all of the time, because I was saved (BORN AGAIN) at the age of twenty one. I tried to live so close to God, serving Him with all of my heart. Then I meet a young woman and I fell deeply in love with her and, we did get married and I had my first born, a little girl, I am a young daddy. Somehow, I really do not know how, but I found myself, out of Church after about a year of being married, I'm guessing, because this took place when I was still, a young man. I know that, when I was tempted, of the devil, I failed God and I just grew worse and even, worse than I ever thought, that I could ever get. By this time, I am out in the world and into mischief, I have turned into an awful, brawler, drinker, cheat, liar, drug dealer and to top it off, I am addicted to cocaine and began to smoke crack cocaine also. Things are even getting worse, if that is possible and now I am remarried, this being my third marriage, all because of sin and being unequally yoked together. By this time, I have robed someone, at gun point, because this crack house, robbed me, I learned, to render evil for evil or tooth for tooth, this is the way that, it is on the streets, I have turned, into a hoodlum, a thug, as the gang bangers would say. One night, as I thought that I was having, so much fun, in sin, the sin nature, has taken me as its prisoner. All of a sudden, I am having some kind of pain, to run up my left arm, unto my heart, I know that I am having a heart attack. I left the party that I was at and on my walk to get help, I stopped at an old girlfriend's house and there were some of my old friends and I told them that I was having a pain, going up my left arm and they told me to leave and I did, I had to call an ambulance, for my own self, because no one would. In the emergency room, as I thought that I was going to die, I tried to pray and the doctor, city police, and the paramedics, were all laughing at me, because, I was on cocaine and to them I was just another problem, in the world, the doctor gave me a shot and all I remember, is waking up in, this pitch black room. My heart was sick and I felt so fevered and my body was, ever so weak, I did not know, if I was going to live or not, I felt like death, warmed all over. I remember trying, to pray when, I know that I have been high for seven straight days, with no sleep and nothing to eat, I was the slave of the white devil called, crack cocaine. I was in the hospital for ten days and released, but not without the constant reminder, of the mussels on the left side of my heart have been damaged, and I had no doctor, I had my wife that was also a cocaine attic. Boy, what a mess that I am. Something, that you should know, my Dear Reader, that I knew at one time, who I was as a Christian, but when I tried to pray high, in the emergency room, that morning, as I was so high, I felt like I was going to die lost, it was by sheer Mercy that God allowed for me to truly live. It was as if my prayer was bouncing straight off of the wall, I felt like God was not listening and the doctor put me to sleep just like this, I had the heart attack, in my sleep. God did not take me out, into eternity, but Grace let me live. |