Does life have any real meaning or purpose? Why are we here? In my search for the answer to these questions, I turned to drugs. I am ashamed of the things that I did to support my drug habit, even though all my sins are under the blood of Christ. at one Great Sacrifice at Calvary has made me perfect in the sight of God. I was married when I was twenty years old and brought my wife into my misery. We had a little girl. By that time I knew I was a hopeless addict. One day a lady called to take our daughter to some children’s meetings. I asked her what she was. She said, “I am a Christian.” She told me that the Lord Jesus had died to take the punishment for her sins, and when she trusted Him she belonged to Christ, and that meant a Christian.
Later two men visited us. I said, “You and I are like people stranded on a desert island. We have told ourselves that a big ship is going to come and take us o the island. at is what keeps us going from day to day – we have our big ship. is syringe is my big ship. It gets me from day to day. Your Jesus and your salvation are your big ship, but really we are just in the same boat.” “I want to read something to you,” one of the gentlemen replied, and he read from MEANING Isaiah 53. I can’t tell you one verse he read, but I know that in the middle of a dark empty existence, there was just the faint gleam of a hope that softened and touched me the first time I heard it.
“I know the Jesus story. Anybody could write something like that,” I said.
“But not 700 years before it happened,” he responded, “and besides, who told you it was talking about Jesus?” It just came to me that everything God said would happen, did happen, and I was afraid.
One of the men kept coming back. I would tell him what a righteous drug addict I was, and he would say, “You know, it is a wonderful thing that God loves you and sent His Son to die for you.” He told me that Christ was the Savior and no matter how vile you were, “this Man receiveth sinners” (Luke 15:2). One day, tears were in his eyes as he said, “Oh Peter, salvation is not only the joy of receiving Christ, it is being delivered from a real Hell. Unless you get serious about this matter you are going to die in your sin and go to Hell.”
That night I went to a party, but I still couldn’t forget his words. I told my friend, “Billy, I have to go. I can’t stay here. I am going to Hell.” Billy said, “We are all going to Hell.” “But,” I replied, “someone told me there was a way out, and if there is a way out I have to find it.” “You go and I’ll cover for you,” Billy responded, “but if you ever get it, let me know.”
The next night I was invited to a Bible reading. No matter what portion they were reading they would say, “Isn’t it wonderful that ‘Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners’ and there is no limit to the mercy of God?” Aer the meeting a man asked me if I was saved. “No,” I replied, “but I really want to be saved. I don’t want to go to Hell.”
I just couldn’t understand how I could know my sins forgiven. Finally he said, “the Word of God tells you that the work that can take you to Heaven has been perfectly done. If that is not enough, you will just have to go to Hell.”
I thought, “I can’t live knowing that I am going to Hell with all the sins I will have to account for, and I certainly can’t die that way.” I started to cry and said, “I don’t want to go to Hell. Please help me!” “The Bible tells us that the very worst sinner is in Heaven tonight because of the power of the blood of Christ,” he replied. “It’s too bad it isn’t enough for you!”
It just dawned on me that the God who told me that I was going to Hell was also telling me that the worst sinner could be in Heaven. At that moment I couldn’t think of one reason why it wasn’t enough for me. I realized that I could go to Heaven because of the power that was in the blood of Christ.
I bowed my head and prayed. “It seems so obvious and yet so simple that the Lord Jesus did it all. Because of Him I can go to Heaven. Lord, is that it? Is that salvation?” I looked down at the Bible and saw three words, “It is nished.” It seemed as if God was saying, “Peter that is it.” I cried, “Oh God, it is not fair! It is not fair that I should do all the sinning and that He should do all the suffering.”
God saved me that night. “He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon Him, and with His stripes we are healed” (Isaiah 53:5).
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