Setting the Captives Free: From Crack to Praise

My first visual contact with crack was by watching television. The local new was talking about how this drug was in high demand, and there is no cure for those who were addicted to crack.

“Crack?” I said. “What kind of a stupid fool would get hooked on some trashcan cheap drug like that?” Some years later, I would have to eat these words.

I was the new kid on the block. I had a new walk, a new talk, a new job, and a new high that was crack’s cousin – powder cocaine.

Yeah, cocaine fueled my brain. I thought it made me powerful. It was “the drug of champions”. Cocaine is the playmate for the corporate party animal.

“I’m special,” I said, because cocaine dealers always search me out to test their product.

I thought I was some kind of “prophet” in the drug game – on top of the heap! Man, I was a legend in my own mind. I paid good money for the quality of my high. I felt superior to anyone who smoked crack. I thought: How dare they compare crack to cocaine? I hit the fast lane and really didn’t know anything about crack, save a TV news report about it. Somebody once said, “What you don’t know can’t hurt you.” Truth is what you don’t know will kill you! They are cousins; without cocaine, you can’t get crack.

And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.
Therefore it is no great thing if his ministries also be transformed
As the ministers of righteousness; whose end shall be according to their works.

2 Corinthians 11:14-15, KJV