Tom Scott, a former raging drug addict, has been transformed by the Gospel from the inside out. And his story traces the path to freedom and fulfillment for us all.
Listen in on the conversation. This is the second of three installments consisting of emails I recently received from members of our Sunday night community group, The Cellar Dwellers. You won’t want to miss Susan’s next Tuesday. This one’s from Tom:
To my fellow Cellar Dwellers,
Hi everyone. This is in response to Dianne’s e-mail about Bob’s basement and what goes on down there on Sunday nights.
I used to spend a lot of time in people’s basements. I usually woke up cold and alone in my own vomit and urine. Back then I loved basements because they were private and dark. The perfect place for a godless, fearful addict like me to hang.
I started “using” due to peer pressure. The first time I got a taste of the euphoria that drugs and booze gave me, I was hooked. For the next twenty years I was in love with that feeling. But no matter how passionately I chased it, I never found it again. Not really. Not even close.
There was a God-sized hole in my chest and I kept trying to fill it with hollow pleasures. Drugs, alchohol, women. But instead of becoming filled, the opposite happened. I grew emptier and emptier until one day I woke up to the reality that I was completely empty on the inside. And numb. Back then I saw Christians as lame. To me, relying on something besides yourself was a sign of weakness.
Then, something jolted me out of my stupor. Call it love. Call it good news. Call it The Good News. Call it the cross. The really shocking part is He did this for a sinner who is as undeserving as me.
I’ve been led to a fountain and it is a Fountain of Grace. Shocking, isn’t it? Me, justified on behalf of Another? Are you kidding me? But yes. He gave His Son and His Word.
I hang out in a basement again on Sunday nights. This basement is neither dark nor cold. This basement is not scary or lonely. Here we bask in the truth that we, even we, are clothed in the righteousness of Christ by faith. And we are all astonished.
This basement is filled with love, joy, and happiness. This basement is a place where brothers and sisters in Christ can find Good News, grow in Christ, and serve Him as our Lord. When you find weakness here, look out, because it’s about to burst into power. See 2 Corinthians 12:9-10 if you want to see what I mean.
This is no ordinary basement. It is a Family Room. Here I meet with some of the most beautifully broken people I know. And we have a single focus and goal: to remind one another of The Good News.
Now I’m in love with a different feeling. A feeling that revolves around Jesus . . .
God bless all you Cellar Dwellers–my Family,
I was speechless when I read Tom’s email. I can’t think of anything to add. Joe will be back next Friday. Thanks for reading our blogs. Feel free to comment; Tom might answer you.