I am not sure of the wisdom of calling the gospel “drug,” but that’s precisely what I feel it is. But it’s the drug that heals rather than destroys…

Usually, the beginning of each week, I hit an emotional, spiritual low. The spiritual high of the weekend comes down and I’m at an ebb. That’s when I question the worth of what I do and even who I am. Oftentimes, I’ll try to make myself busy by occupying my mind with work, but I can’t help but feel that that work I’m preoccupying myself with doesn’t really matter.

That’s when I know I need my drug. The gospel drug! I’ll reach for my ipod full of my favorite preachers and plug it into my ears. Or sometimes I’ll think about my own message I preached. But the main thing is to take my mind off myself and on Christ and what He has done. Then, I remind myself that it is not what I do or who I am, but what Christ has done and who He is that matters.

You are not who you think you are. You are who God says you are. “See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God.” 1 John 3:1 Children of God!!!

Perhaps, better than the imagery of drug, is the imagery of bread (or rice). It is what sustains me. It is what by body craves for when it lacks it. It is what rejuvenates me when I’m parched. “Man shall not live by bread alone but by every word that comes from the mouth of God.” Matt 4:4.

The older I get, the more I need the gospel. You never grow out of it just like you never grow out of eating food.

Are you feeling low? Are you losing hope? Preach to yourself the gospel!

PH