Know ye not that ye are the temple of God, and that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you? If any man defile the temple of God, him shall God destroy; for the temple of God is holy, which temple ye are. I Corinthians 3:16-17
So who does your temple belong to? I can tell you from personal experience, that my temple was ruled by drugs for four, long miserable years. Like a typical teen, I craved to be in the status quo and be popular among my peers. I did not have the Holy Spirit to guide and help me make the right Godly choices at the age of fourteen. I chose the path of drugs because I thought it was cool to be high and in an altered state of mind every waking hour. Plus I wanted to fit in so desperately…
My drug habit became so addictive that my mind and body needed the marijuana fix just so I could function “normally” through my young life. Yeah, at first it was mind numbing and felt good to be high off the many joints we would smoke during a “session.” As time wore on the habit became a burden and after a while it was not fun anymore. When you come to a point in a drug addiction that it consumes your thinking 24 hours a day, you are in real trouble.
My addiction brought me to a low level in life; I helped to break into a house and stole fifty dollars and a hand gun to purchase my “product.” Tell me is that pathetic or what?
Needless to say my drug use took a toll on me physically and mentally. I became lethargic about high school, sports, reading, and all the things I cared about before I started my drug odyssey. Right when I hit the lowest point I did not find enjoyment in life or getting high anymore. No, I was not suicidal I just didn’t care anymore about anything.
Then in my drug hazed fog, Jesus intervened and told me He was the answer to life and He could deliver me from the pot addiction. (I tried to quit on my own and I could not do it.) I became born-again and that very night Jesus delivered me from my drug bondage and cleansed me from all my sin. It took the supernatural love of Jesus Christ to set me free from my drug habit. For me this was the only way I would ever stop smoking marijuana. It will be thirty-eight years this coming September, 2014 since Jesus became my Savior and released me from drugs.
Sadly, I found out about a childhood friend who died two years ago, because he never stopped taking drugs and he did not know Jesus. Young people give your temple to God and walk with Him. Do not subject yourself to the fleeting pleasure of drug use in the long run it will cost you too much!