Drugs & Goliath: You Don’t Need to Be Afraid

I walk into the office of a collision repair business with my family-in-law.  We are picking-up my mother-in-law’s Volkswagen Bug.  It’s cold, snowy, wet, and muddy outside.  We decide to hang out and talk with the business owner before braving the elements again.

Four-letter words were flying everywhere.  Not from Dave’s or my mouth, but an arsenal of expletives were unloaded.  I’m hearing multiple %@&#’s in one sentence.  I had no idea such words go together.KeepHopeAlive

The words aren’t meant to hurt or degrade.  They are a normal part of his speech, I guess.  Then, I see the look in Dave’s eyes.  He is going to say something.

Somehow the conversation gets to the point where the business owner says, “I guess I got into the wrong profession.”  To which Dave replies, “Well, you work with cars, I work with furniture, and my son-in-law here works in the ministry.”

Aaaahhhhhhh.  I can’t believe he just said that.  Let’s just say, for the remainder of the conversation, no expletives were used.

In an attempt to recover, the business owner turns to a more serious discussion.  Drugs.  Particularly illegal drugs being trafficked, made, and used in the house directly in front of his business.  The shop sits in a small industrial park just off the busiest highway from Columbus to all of Southeast Ohio.  A perfect highway for drug-runners.

One small, secluded house sits just off the highway less than 50 yards from the office door.  A perfect stopping point for the drug traffic.

The collision repair business owner tells of his disdain for these young “druggies.”  He recounts an experience of seeing two young people in the back of a car with needles stuck in their arms.  He tells of a time he walked into a wide-open front door to a seemingly vacant house.  He walks into the bedroom to find two young people passed out on a bed with needles in their arms.

He wants them gone.  He’s called law enforcement.  Their only answer, “it’s not worth our time.  We can’t do anything unless we catch them in the act of selling or making.  It would be easier if you found your own way to take care of it.”

Then it hit me.  Why am I not doing something about it?  Why are we, as Christians, relying on the law?

My conclusion:  Drugs look like a modern day Goliath to us.  It’s too big.  It’s too scary.  We feel helpless.

1 Samuel 17:11  “When Saul and all Israel heard these words of the Philistine, they were dismayed and greatly afraid.”  1 Samuel 17:24  “All the Isrealites, when they saw the man, fled from him and were very much afraid.”

The people of Israel stand paralyzed and helpless before the giant, Goliath.  Then a young boy offers a different perspective.  David says:

1 Sam 17:26  “For who is this uncircumcised Philistine that he should defy the armies of the living God?

1 Sam 17:37  “David said, “The LORD, who saved me from the paw of the lion and from the paw of the bear, will save me from the hand of the Philistine.”

Drug abuse stands as a giant challenge before us.  It is destroying our children, our parents, our families, and huge chunks of society.  We can tremble and run away from it.

Or, we can join the ancestors of our faith who stood against the odds with a God who never fails.

I’ve had enough.  For me, it’s time to stand.  It’s time to reclaim our brothers & sisters, mothers and fathers, aunts and uncles, cousins, co-workers, employees, and neighbors.

For what is this thing called drugs that it should defy the power of our living God?

 

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