Trusting A Drug Addict?

For many of us who’ve recovered from addiction, helping those still suffering from one is usually a part of our spiritual journey. But one of the most difficult things to gauge is just how much help we should give, especially when it comes to those who have a drug dependency. I say this because unfortunately, far too many of us have found that most active drug addicts can’t be trusted. Regrettably most of us have had to find this out the hard way though, like a friend of mine did recently.

Someone he cared about who was still in the midst of their heroin addiction approached him one day and said they were trying to get well. Out of the kindness of his heart and desire to help in some way, my friend offered this person a bed for the night and a warm meal at his own home. His only stipulations were no drugs in his house and to respect his personal belongings. When the person left the next morning, my friend discovered later that evening that most of his DVD series were gone and had probably disappeared sometime in the middle of the night.

Sadly, I have heard stories like this far too often when it comes to drug addicts, notably heroin users. The lies, deceit, and manipulation they use to keep their disease going is incredible, even with those they once loved and cared about. I have known of plenty who have had family heirlooms, expensive jewelry, televisions and other electronic equipment, and many other things get stolen by loved ones who promised they were trying to get well and were going to do the right thing from now on. But that’s the problem, most drug addicts who are still active in their disease are really only thinking about one thing almost every second of the day and that’s themselves and how they’re going to get their next high.

That’s why I personally don’t allow drug addicts to come into my home these days. My home is my safe haven and a place I’m not willing to compromise, not even for a person I love who’s still battling a drug addiction. I set this personal boundary long ago due to reasons such as what happened to my friend. Because the sad reality is that even if the person who’s trying to kick a habit is a best friend, a family member, a partner or former lover, or whomever was once close to us, their minds aren’t thinking clearly or with unconditional love in their hearts anymore. Truly, they’re only thinking with sickness and nothing more.

So the bottom line for me nowadays is to still help the sick and suffering, but not in the way of providing my home as a shelter, or my pockets as a financial institution, or even myself as a food kitchen. Instead, I help those dealing with addiction in the way of getting them to recovery meetings, helping them in the step work, talking to them about God, and praying with them. Because at least with these things, there’s no ability for them to use my help as a means to continue their addiction. Instead, what I provide now is the potential for spiritual healing and hopefully recovery from their disease…

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

God And Me In A Driver’s Education Car

Do you remember those driver education cars? You know the ones where there’s a second brake in the passenger seat for the instructor to use if needed. Lately I feel like I’m in one of those cars, except my role is reversed. I’m in the passenger seat and my instructor, God, is driving.

Since turning my will and life over to God and trusting that God has a far better plan than any one I ever tried to make for myself, the rides in this spiritual car have often been very challenging. Sometimes the road we’re on is way too bumpy. Other times it feels far too windy or steep. And then there’s plenty of moments where I feel like God is going exceptionally over the speed limit.

Because of this, I’ve occasionally tried to hit that second brake, but I’ve realized something every time I do. It’s usually due to me not trusting that I’m safe and in good hands. The funny thing is that I don’t even think the brake on my side of the car works. On some level I actually feel it’s only there to give me the illusion I’m taking control, but the reality is I’m really not. Thus I’ve come to the conclusion that there’s only one real way for me to leave the car if I truly want to and that’s to jump out.

I’m sure you can imagine how painful it would be in real life to jump from a moving car, especially one that’s going around hairpin turns, travelling up steep hills, or racing along at high speeds. I’ve never done it myself but I know there’s a pretty strong chance I’d be seriously injured if I ever did.

I think the same principle applies to this spiritual car I’m sitting in right now. God has given me free will to get out of the car if I want. But doing so in my world would be equivalent to going back to addictions or finding someone or something else to try to fix me in an easier, softer way. Yet, so far none of these attempts in any of the prior moments of my life have ever quite worked out. In fact, most ended with disastrous results.

Thus I’ve come to the conclusion that the best course of action for me is to remain firmly seated, buckled up, and keep the faith in my Driver. I can’t promise that I may not attempt to hit the brake on my side a few more times as we continue forward on this journey together, even if it doesn’t actually do anything. After all, trusting fully in God can often be an extremely difficult thing to do, especially when you don’t ultimately know the direction your vehicle is heading in.

Nevertheless, I know that God is a far better driver than I am. So I’m going to keep trusting that we’re heading in the right direction and are safe. I just look forward to when we actually reach the next resting place, as I know that while there, I’ll be able to stretch my body and feel at much greater peace than I ever have before…

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson