I stumbled.
Turning, I looked in the
Bathroom and saw the
Evidence.
Shower curtain torn,
Laying on the floor
In a pool of vomit.
Not again!
Powerless.
Not my favorite word
To say the least.
Sounds like, failure.
Small.
Sweet.
Fermented.
Steeped in brokenness.
Killer of relationships
Thief of dreams.
The mortar of excuses,
Able to destroy.
Yet impossible to
Resist
No matter the cost.
Regardless of consequence.
I know where it leads,
Yet I have no human capacity
To resist
These pesky grapes of wrath.
©2019 Steven Barto
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I am a Christian in recovery following four decades of active addiction. I have a B.S. in Psychology and an M.A. in Theological Studies from Colorado Christian University, and I will be pursuing an M.A. in Divinity at Denver Seminary in May 2021. My focus is on evangelism and apologetics, doctrinal studies, and working with individuals struggling with mental health and substance abuse issues. To me, there is no "higher power" than Jesus Christ, who broke the chain of addiction in my life. I will be seeking a position as a prison chaplain and/an associate or teaching pastor upon completing my MDiv. I am currently looking for a position at a drug and alcohol rehab, where I intend to work during the three-year master's program at Denver Seminary. I believe in the power in the Name of Jesus to break every chain. I believe counseling must include discipline, and discipling must include counseling.
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