Basically, my life was "American Pie" from the time I was born 24 years ago
until I reached junior high. My parents were Christians who took my older
brother and sister and me to church every Sunday and then to my grandparents'
house to spend the afternoon. I did well in school.
Then, when I was in about seventh grade, I became obsessed with motorcycles
and leather. I started listening to heavy metal music and drinking. I did
my first drugs when I was about 12 years old and progressed to daily use of
cocaine by the time I was 16.
I grew my hair long, had an ear pierced, and bought a motorcycle and leather
jacket. I got the money to support my habit and my motorcycle by doing
landscaping and carpentry and by selling drugs.
Needless to say, I had stopped going to church by then. I substituted worship
of a satanic cult that I followed around the country.
I dropped out of high school during my senior year, but I got a GED and spent
2 semesters at a local community college.
From bad to worse
My college career was halted abruptly in 1990 by a serious motorcycle
accident. As I look back on it, I see that accident as a turning point in my
life - a shift from bad to worse. I lost the use of my legs for 2 months,
and I stayed drunk and high for the entire time.
Although they took care of me after the accident, my parents told me they
had had it with me. My father said I had run from God and was paying the
price; he said I wasn't welcome in their home anymore, so as soon as I was
able, I moved in with a girl I knew. She lived with her mother, and both of
them were alcoholics, so they tolerated my habits.
By then, though, just selling drugs wasn't sufficient to support my drug
habit, so I started stealing. I stole from anybody and everybody.
Eventually I got caught and was sentenced to 8 years in state prison for
burglary. During the 21 years I served before being paroled, I was re-
introduced to God by volunteers from a church in Sussex County. They came
every Sunday night for a Bible study, and the things they said and did made a
big impression in me.
Clean for Two months
Unfortunately, when I was released from prison in 1994, I forgot about God. I
deliberately moved away from old haunts and managed to stay clean for 2
months. But I didn't have any friends in the new place and the only place I
knew to look for friends was a bar. So I started hanging out in bars, and the
next thing I knew, I was high. I also learned a new skill: free-basing
cocaine.
Within 3 months, I was unemployable. I needed a place to live, so I moved in
with a woman who was old enough to be my mother. I wasn't there for long,
however, because 2 months later I was back in jail.
My brother was planning to get married and he had asked me to be his best man,
but when he found out that I had been arrested again, he changed his mind.
That was one of the things that drove me to get help. The other was that I
was a three time offender and a parole violator; I knew that if I went back to
prison I would probably never come out. I was willing to do anything to stay
out of prison.
I don't know where I got the number for the Market Street Mission. I just
knew that I had to make a change or I would spend the rest of my life in
prison. I called Phil Dosier in February of 1995, and my life has not been
the same since.
Spiritual Kindergarten
For the first 3 months I just surrendered and listened. It was hard, and I
made mistakes, but some of the guys looked out for me and helped me. I needed
spiritual Kindergarten. My Alcoholics Anonymous sponsor re-introduced me to
God, and the Mission taught me about Jesus. Through Him, I have turned my
life around completely. My life has been put back together.
I completed the New Reality of Recovery program in December of 1995 and am
now employed by the Mission. I am in the leadership program, which allows me
to keep growing spiritual and to help other men who have been in some of the
same places I've been.
I have rebuilt the bridge between myself and my family. I see them at least
once a month. And now I have a new family too. The people at the Mission are
like a second family to me. A family that knows how to help me stay clean and
sober and close to Jesus.
Right now, I'm taking courses at the County College of Morris with the object
of a professional career. I would also like to get the certification I need
to counsel other addicts and to get involved with a prison ministry. I want
to be like those volunteers who came to me when I was in prison. People who
did it for love, not for money.
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[changed to third person for sermon:]
Jack Rue is a Morris County boy.
He describes his life as "American Pie" from the time he was
born 24 years ago until he reached junior high.
His parents were Christians who took his older brother and
sister and him to church every Sunday.
He did well in school.
Then, when Jack was in about seventh grade, he became
obsessed with motorcycles and leather.
He started listening to heavy metal music and drinking.
He did his first drugs when he was about 12 years old and
progressed to daily use of cocaine by the time he was 16.
Jack grew his hair long, had an ear pierced, and bought a
motorcycle and leather jacket.
He got the money to support his habit and his motorcycle
by doing landscaping and carpentry and by selling drugs.
Needless to say, he had stopped going to church by then.
He substituted worship of a satanic cult that he followed
around the country.
He dropped out of high school during his senior year, but
got a GED and spent 2 semesters at a local college.
His college career was halted abruptly in 1990 by a serious
motorcycle accident.
As Jack looks back on it, he sees that accident as a turning
point in his life - a shift from bad to worse.
He lost the use of his legs for 2 months, and he stayed drunk
and high for the entire time.
Although they took care of him after the accident, his parents
told him they had had it with him.
His father told him he had run from God and was paying the
price; he said he wasn't welcome in their home anymore.
As soon as Jack was able, he moved in with a girl he knew.
She lived with her mother, and both of them were alcoholics,
so they tolerated his habits.
By then, though, just selling drugs wasn't sufficient to
support his drug habit, so he started stealing.
He stole from anybody and everybody.
Eventually he got caught and was sentenced to 8 years in state
prison for burglary.
During the 21 months he served before being paroled, he was
re-introduced to God by volunteers from a church in Sussex
County.
They came every Sunday night for a Bible study, and the things
they said and did made a big impression in Jack.
Unfortunately, when he was released from prison in 1994,
he forgot about God.
He deliberately moved away from old haunts and managed to
stay clean for 2 months.
But he didn't have any friends in the new place and the only
place he knew to look for friends was a bar.
So he started hanging out in bars, and the next thing he knew,
he was high.
He also learned a new skill: free-basing cocaine.
Within 3 months, Jack was unemployable.
Two months after that, he was back in jail.
His brother was planning to get married and he had asked Jack
to be his best man, but when he found out Jack had been
arrested again, he changed his mind.
That was one of the things that drove him to get help.
He also knew he was a three-time offender and parole violator;
if he went back to prison he would never come out.
Jack Rue doesn't know where he got the number for the Market
Street Mission.
He just knew that he had to make a change or he would spend
the rest of his life in prison.
Jack called Phil Dosier in February of 1995, and his life
has not been the same since.
The first three months he called his "Spiritual Kindergarten."
He just surrendered and listened.
His Alcoholics Anonymous sponsor re-introduced him to God,
and the Mission taught him about Jesus.
Through Jesus, Jack feels his life has turned around completely.
He has rebuilt the bridge between himself and his family.
He sees them at least once a month.
The people at the Mission are like a second family to him,
one that holds him accountable.
And he's been taking courses at the County College of Morris
with the object of a professional career.
Jack's goal? To get involved with a prison ministry.
He wants to be like those volunteers who came to him when
he was in prison.
B. Most of us haven't sunk as low as Jack Rue.
1) But all of us must descend from our inflated ego.
2) We are nice, but not nice enough for God.
3) At your best, there is a great gap between you and Lord.
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