Life, Madison House

Missing Children

Story One.

The phone won’t stop ringing. Why is there a phone call in this dream?

It’s 2:30am, and the police are calling.   I arrive at work to find empty bottles of alcohol, drugs, an underage girl, and six drug dealers.

Later we find guns, a backpack full of acid, marijuana, cocaine, meth, more guns and so on.

 

The police ask, “Do you want to press charges?”

“For what? All you have them on is possibly trespassing because no one is claiming the drugs and guns.”

The officer shrugs as if to say, “You’re right.”

“No,” I sigh, “Just get them out of here.”

 

Story Two.

“Tony,  check out what I brought to school today.”  He bypasses the code on his cell phone and shows me a picture of his open backpack.

“Is that a submachine gun?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he laughs. “I took it to school today to protect myself. It’s a MAC 11.”

He is 15 years old.

He’s in jail now for attempted murder. Told me once he started out dealing Marijuana in the fifth grade and just kept moving up in the gangs.  More drugs, guns and money.

I’m told if you fire your gun, you just throw it in the river. Deal some more drugs and go and buy a new one. All you need is $200 to a local drug dealer/arms dealer.

 

Story Three. 

Smart kid, always liked him, great personality; kind of kid I would have hired to work at my business.  Personable, could sell anything.

Apparently the drug dealers and gangs thought the same thing.

Last year, while high on acid he put a gun in his mouth and blew his brains out.  I had just given him a new bike and was helping him fix it a few weeks before that.

 

Conclusion.

I could go on and on, but the truth is most of the kids we work with are from single parent homes where drugs, that started with Marijuana, ruined entire families.

Story after story that I could relate about how drugs, gangs, violence and all the money they’re connected to is ruining our society, but I don’t think anyone would listen too closely because of one key word I put in this sentence: MONEY.

And that’s what it always comes down to.

We want something;  PRIDE OF LIFE, LUST OF THE EYES, LUST OF THE FLESH (1 John 2:16) and we’ll come up with reams of statistics and analytical data in order to justify our desire to get what we want.

In this case, money.

I don’t care if the money is going to legal drugs or illegal drugs.

It’s all drugs. 

I don’t care if Marijuana is more or less addictive than other drugs; it’s still addictive and leads to harder drugs.

Final Thought.

“Hey Tony, my dad blew my uncle’s leg off with a shotgun and is in prison for life; all over a drug deal gone wrong.  I was there and witnessed the event, and then I tried to hang myself.  If my mom hadn’t found me hanging in my bedroom and pulled me down I’d be dead right now.  I was 7 years old.”

I have four children of my own and I want them to have better future.

 

Jesus Said in Matthew 18:6;

“If anyone causes one of these little ones-those who believe in me–to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to drowned in the depths of the sea.”

Jesus Said in Matthew 19:14;

“Let the little children come unto Me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”

Every day I’m going to lead children towards Jesus.

That’s all I can do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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