The Problem with Pills...
She sat at my table. Eyes rolled back .. Slow speech. soft breathing.. her usual smile taken hostage by a mixture of prescribed and unprescribed pills found hidden in a dusty medicine cabinet. expired no doubt.. she repeated words and fumbled her way through sentences.. just a child... and already captured by the allurement of dull colored "candies".. on a quest.. to capture her soul...
He stood in my doorway... a young man... barely 20.. his eyes like wildfire.. his skin a color i cant describe in words.. id watched him grow up.. marry... and lose it all.. i saw him walking.. the dark shadows of the neighborhood.. his eyes hidden by a hoodie... always looking down.. he was an honest boy.. who lost his way.. he no longer spoke.. nor smiled.. head down.. always on foot.. looking for the happy fix to fill his unquenchable thirst...
40 no doubt.. a loner.. a man with everything to hide.. the truth was never visible.. the only obvious.. was misfortune.. and sadness.. and a painful past that screamed with every hardened wrinkle.. a man running.. tortured by the ache for pills that temporarily quieted the pain.. the remorse.. the reflection.. always looking for a smoke.. to exhale the bitternes of a life mispent..
All 3 in my circle of unavoidable paths that life brings my way.. lives to try to impact.. but how do u possibly fight the war on pills.. how do u compete with a bottle of destruction when a clinical doctor provides the poison.. do we turn away.. and ignore the plea.. do we lecture on a subject we know nothing about.. do we open our arms and forgive the monster unleashed
One may look at these 3 and say theres no hope.. but God is stronger than any oxycotten.. Jesus is greater than any xanex.. People run to orange colored bottles because they have NO IDEA that the pain they have can be healed in the arms of a loving and forgiving Savior.. not an angry vengeful God.. but one who casts our sins as far as the east is from the west.. who has a brand new page already written for the prodigal.. and a warm haven for the weary
I know that many feel that Christians are "downers" because not all of us act as we should.. but God is the only tranquilizer strong enough to ease ur pain.. as the world chases after the love drug.. our friends, our families, our neighbors.. as we sit back and watch our youth grow older.. our mothers huddled.. in a dark room.. our brothers walking in the shadows.. our daughters disoriented from the reality of dealing with life..
we must be ever vigilant.. we must step up to the fight.. we must scream from the rooftops that these pills (misused) are a lie.. they destroy..! they cannot EVER successfully remove the sting.. we cannot keep pretending that they are the reason for making it thru a day.. throw out the bottle and instead of popping a pill.. try falling to ur knees and call on a Savior who wont rot out ur insides.. and poison ur bloodstream.. God is the greatest buzz! Seek Him, and you will find..
He stood in my doorway... a young man... barely 20.. his eyes like wildfire.. his skin a color i cant describe in words.. id watched him grow up.. marry... and lose it all.. i saw him walking.. the dark shadows of the neighborhood.. his eyes hidden by a hoodie... always looking down.. he was an honest boy.. who lost his way.. he no longer spoke.. nor smiled.. head down.. always on foot.. looking for the happy fix to fill his unquenchable thirst...
40 no doubt.. a loner.. a man with everything to hide.. the truth was never visible.. the only obvious.. was misfortune.. and sadness.. and a painful past that screamed with every hardened wrinkle.. a man running.. tortured by the ache for pills that temporarily quieted the pain.. the remorse.. the reflection.. always looking for a smoke.. to exhale the bitternes of a life mispent..
All 3 in my circle of unavoidable paths that life brings my way.. lives to try to impact.. but how do u possibly fight the war on pills.. how do u compete with a bottle of destruction when a clinical doctor provides the poison.. do we turn away.. and ignore the plea.. do we lecture on a subject we know nothing about.. do we open our arms and forgive the monster unleashed
One may look at these 3 and say theres no hope.. but God is stronger than any oxycotten.. Jesus is greater than any xanex.. People run to orange colored bottles because they have NO IDEA that the pain they have can be healed in the arms of a loving and forgiving Savior.. not an angry vengeful God.. but one who casts our sins as far as the east is from the west.. who has a brand new page already written for the prodigal.. and a warm haven for the weary
I know that many feel that Christians are "downers" because not all of us act as we should.. but God is the only tranquilizer strong enough to ease ur pain.. as the world chases after the love drug.. our friends, our families, our neighbors.. as we sit back and watch our youth grow older.. our mothers huddled.. in a dark room.. our brothers walking in the shadows.. our daughters disoriented from the reality of dealing with life..
we must be ever vigilant.. we must step up to the fight.. we must scream from the rooftops that these pills (misused) are a lie.. they destroy..! they cannot EVER successfully remove the sting.. we cannot keep pretending that they are the reason for making it thru a day.. throw out the bottle and instead of popping a pill.. try falling to ur knees and call on a Savior who wont rot out ur insides.. and poison ur bloodstream.. God is the greatest buzz! Seek Him, and you will find..
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