We met Juarez on Saturday, while out with the Word. He said he wanted to go to the rehab. He lives in the ruins of this abandoned building:
So, Monday we went looking for him in this rubble. He was there. We took him to the rehab, and on the way, we listened to him tell us about his life.
He killed a police officer and spent time in jail. He has six children, but he doesn’t know where they are; he hasn’t seen them in years. He hadn’t eaten any food for many months; he can’t remember how many. He drinks and drugs and sells himself to continue his degradation and sin and shame.
He wants peace and he wants to be free of the voices in his head telling him to kill himself.
Sometimes I’m in so far over my head that I’m sure my head’s gone under, and God is breathing for me. I feel so naïve, most of the time. But I’m starting to realize the blessing that naïveté suggests that I have enjoyed, and I’m so thankful. I have peace and I have that ultimate freedom, found in Jesus Christ alone.
Pray for Juarez at the rehab.
So if the Son liberates you [makes you free men], then you are really and unquestionably free. (John 8:36 AMP)
