A group of 8 very old gentlemen arrived and filed into the chapel single file. These sweet old gents were there to minister the gospel of Jesus Christ to us alcoholics and drug addicts on this cold holiday evening.
These guys were old! The most senior of the was 103. The rest appeared to be 80ish, and they had been serving together for decades.
In spite of their frail elderly outer appearance I got the distinct impression of their inner men being absolute badass warriors fearlessly marching into war to do battle on my behalf and I was moved with gratitude, and I still am to this day typing this through tears.
One if the gentleman went to the front and preached a Christmas eve message from the book of Acts, chapter 12 verses 1-11.
He read the verses and expounded on them, asking us men how many of us had been in prison, and how God had sent an angel to whack us on the side and wake us up from our slumber, and how our chains had fallen off and we were led out of our prison of sin and into freedom from bondage.
Thank you for your post reminding me of that life changing beautiful evening I got to spend with faithful soldiers of God and that I am still benefiting from that night all these years later.
Blessings!
Me too. I got sober 3/20/1988.
It sounds like you were at the Salvation Army. Woke or not, I have a special place in my heart for them. They do so much good for we drunks.
Good Christmas Story...
Thanks for Your Testimony.
Merry Christmas FRiend!