It was time.
The Spirit of God was on me.
I had read the books.
I was ready.
But ready for what?
I had no idea.
I thought I knew.
I thought I did.
I was celibate.
I was sexually pure.
I had once been sexually broken but now I was healed.
I’d had years of counselling from my church therapist Richard Lahey James.
I had been celibate for 10 years, more…thirteen years…ever since I was born again.
I hadn’t taken a class A drug in the same time.
Sure, from my late teens to my born again dramatic conversion aged 27 I had taken every drug from marijuana, to crack cocaine – every drug I could name excluding excluding heroin…
I had been a crack addict for two years in my early twenties, in gangland London.
My first taste of homelessness.
Although that taste had only lasted one day. My G.P signed me off as vulnerable and I was placed in a hostel followed by a council flat within a day.
My second taste of homelessness, first in Phnom Penh, and then after my deportation, in London, had not been so magical.
But I had no idea about crystal meth.
Ganja I had smoked.
Acid I had tripped on.
Cocaine I had snorted.
Crack I had smoked.
During my two years as a low level crook in Mad Frankie Fraser’s gangland London.
Little did I know, those two years had been preparation for Phnom Penh.
Even five years before I was born again God had been training me for the plan He had for me.
The descent into crack hell in London had been training and preparation for the hell He was sending me into to help Him rescue souls in gangland Phnom Penh.
And you also were also chosen according to the plan of Him who works out everything in accordance with the purpose of His will.
– Ephesians 1.11