You read it right.... I lied
Its not just a little lie, its actually a lie I've lived in for the last thirteen years and I need to confess it.
I was an alcoholic. When I was 19 years old I would throw down an 18 pack, forgot most of what I did that night, wake up, drink a beer on my way to work and do it all over again. My drinking helped me loose a bunch of friends, forget my dumb choices, make a bunch of horrible choices, total my truck and led me to jail on a few occasions.
On February 14th 2000 I was released from Vista County Jail and that day I made a commitment (plea) to God if He got to me out I would never drink or do drugs again. As tough as that commitment was I actually did really well... for two months.
Then Spring Break hit and my sister and I went to Mazatlan to visit my uncle who lived down there. I did really well for the first day but on the second, maybe third, day we were sitting in the bar getting ready for dinner when my uncle ordered a bucket of beers. As I sat at the table watching everyone else drink a cold beer I couldn't help myself; I really wanted one. I did pretty well for the first couple minutes but then it happened; I asked for a beer. My sister looked at me with the look that says: "Don't do it brother, you know where that takes you." She was right. She saw how low my addiction had taken me. She saw me loose everything in a matter of months. She saw the agony I put my family through. She saw first hand what my addiction had done to my life and to those I loved.
On April 20th I took a sip of beer, then another. I had a choice to make that day: would I drink beer again or would I honor my commitment to God?
After two sips I realized that beer had "lost its taste" to me. It actually repulsed me and I couldn't stand that taste. I passed my beer on to someone else, repented and haven't consumed an alcoholic beverage in the last (almost) thirteen years.
Now I didn't have to confess this but for most of my Christian walk I have always used February 14th 2000 as my sobriety date. This came crashing in my face last year when I was invited to get my twelve year chip. I couldn't take a chip two months early for something I hadn't earned. It was at that moment I had to confess this but its been weighing on my heart so bad that I needed to get it out and honestly its been pretty tough to get this out since pastors aren't supposed to lie.
My sobriety date isn't February 14th 2000 but its actually April 20th 2000. I still look at February 14th as the date God saved me from my life of turmoil but I needed to get the truth out.
Will you please forgive me?